. Phir phn rakhkar khaana khaayi aur phir sone k liye bulayi, hum 3 kalke tarah soye.. Didi phir kuch der baad uthi, main samajh gaya ki sardar ji k p...as jaa rahi hai.. Bahar se lock lagakar chali gayi.. Main kalke tarah pichhe se nikla, par koi dikha hi nhin.. Sardar ka biwi ghar mein hai, ghar mein to karenge nhin, to kaha jaa sakti hai?? Phir yaad aaya, arrey woh mba waala launde ne to chaabi rakhke gaya tha.. Phir main kalke tarah us ladke k kamre k bahar waali khirki k neeche baith gaya... We’re not trying to determine our futures.”“I get that,” said Ronnie. “You said Bob was serious business. Talk some more about that.”“Let’s walk,” said Alex. “It’s cold.” They started off again. It started to snow light, small flakes. “When I think about Bob, it’s complicated. No. Let me start over. What we did tonight was simple. It was just fun. There wasn’t anything serious about it. Maybe we’ll see those guys again and maybe not, but it doesn’t really matter. It doesn’t feel important to. I started massaging her inner thighs with my palms kissing my way up her legs to her crotch. My hands were pushing her dress up around her waist. When I got close to her pussy I breathed in deep and could smell her juices were flowing uncontrollably. She was breathing deep again and when I looked up I saw her chest with those beautiful 34Ds rising and falling with each breath. I locked my eyes on her face as my tongue reached her crotch band. She was moving her head from side to side with her. My parents had divorced several years earlier, being an reasonable child I had come to grips with the fact quickly and dealt with it well. I spent a lot of time comforting him, explaining how it had changed my life for the better and eventually I did get through to him. Kate took it very badly though as Brian (Dad) had run off with some twenty something tart with fake tits and an IQ rivalling that of your average table lamp . I had seen Kate a thousand times, but only now as I got older did I.