After about an hour I made to leave but felt I should thank him for his help so insisted he come over to mine later and have some supper with me, to w...ich he accepted.Albert arrived at my door at 7.30 as arranged sporting a bottle of red wine. Thankfully the apartment was now warm and I told him to go sit down while I served up supper. We chatted, ate and drank and had a very pleasant evening. We moved from the small table to the single sofa and settled ourselves. I suppose it must have. Ab to uske naam se hi mere lund me toofaan aa jata or me uske naam ki muthh maar kar shant hota. Soni jab bhi mere ghar aati me uski moti gaand per nazar gada deta tha or mann hi mann uski nangi gaand ki kalpana karta. Uske chuchay bhi perfect shape me thhe. Wo bahut bachkani harkat kiya karti thi. Kabhi mujhse hathha pai karti to kabhi mujhe pichhay se pakad kar uthha deti. Jab wo aisa karti to uske choochay meri peethh per dab jaate. Kabhi kabhi main usay meri peethh dabanay ko kehta to wo. "Many things. But most of all, for showing that you care. You act cool - okay, before you object, you ARE cool - and you give in to all my silly whims, be my best buddy, never actually hurt me... and still, you know when you have to be the father. You are the best."I am not normally a sentimental guy, but the only way tears wouldn't have come after that admission was if I was already six feet under my tombstone. My eyes grew moist, and I drew her acquiescent self towards me for a hug. It was. .With our tongues deeply immersed into each other i started pushing her into her bedroom and had my hands all around her thighs. As we reached the bed i moved my lips apart from her and started stripping her.With the coming down of every single cloth from her body the warmth and pleasure I was deriving from this moment kept on growing and I became more and more impatient to feast on her body.Here was my bhabhi standing in front of meall naked and opening my clothes.“sameer want bhabhi to give.