Me : abe ruk ja , wo dekh tere dadaji bhi waha hai , kaise dekh rahe hai . Ammi ko lag raha hai wo abbu haiUske baad ammi apne bag se ek nighty nikalt... hai and pehnke niche abbu ke baju me so jati haiAmmi : ohhhh sorry aap yaha .Dadaji : are nazia kya hua ..Ammi light chalu karti hai .Sorry pitaji mai galtise yaha aa gayiDadaji: are sorry kis baat ka pichle 20 saal se ye lund khada nhi hua tha aur hua toh bhi chodne wife nhi thi .. Aaj meri wife banogiAmmi: ye kya kah rahe ho aap , aap toh pita. ‘Michael is not there and Jerri will be in school, then why don’t you stay back and enjoy!’ Minister looked at me questioningly. ‘Enjoy! This is the way you enjoy! Oh please, give me a break Mr. Minister’. I told and began to wear the saree. A minute might have passed and then I felt him near me. He forcibly turned me to his side and told, ‘ok, you did not enjoy it. Ok, let us make it worthwhile. I am ready to compensate you for my failure, by giving you the best experience you might ever have’. Yes, I said naked body. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he had been wearing boxers or briefs, but the sight of his naked smooth tapered back, bubble butt and muscular legs made my head spin. I shed my pajamas, walked over to the foot of the mattress and climbed onto it. I lay with my face just below his ass and gently spread his butt cheeks, exposing his asshole, several shades darker than his light brown skin. Without compunction I buried my face in his ass, licking several inches up and. This is the first chapter of what will become (hopefully) a long story. I'm open to feedback, suggestions, and requests!---ONE---Jacob Stevens was a pretty average guy. 6 feet tall, dark hair, Caucasian, athletic build. He had a wife, a daughter, a job, and a lot of bills. Granted, the marriage had cooled off a lot in the last few years, but he did alright overall. He was even looking at maybe buying a house soon, which was a difficult thing for most people in the city. He was pushing steadily.