Aunty g me darwaja khola or muje andr ane ko kha. Aunty g ko kya pta tha k mai unki beti ko chod chuka hu. Maine pucha k ashna kaha hai to vo bole apn... room mai so rhi hai. To mai bola k mai utha k ata hu usko. Mai uski room ki or bdd gya. Maine dheere se uske room ka darwaja khola to vo pet k bal so rhi thi. Uski gaand dekh k mera mood bn gya lr maine uski gaand mai ek jor se spank kia. Vo dar gyi or hlki si chiki. Jaise hi vo ghumi maine usko hugg kr lia or kiss krne lg gya. Vo mere ko oiche. We kissed, like we have a thousand times on the lips. Today, her lips felt different, tasted better, and felt softer. There seemed to be a more romantic intention behind her soft lingering kiss. It felt “UH-MAZ-ING”!!! As we hugged, her hand rubbed down my back and softly patted my bottom. Time almost froze at that moment.We went inside and I showed her around my house. We brought her things in and then went out to lunch. We spent the day having fun and talking. We had the best conversation. He was a sensitive husband, he thought, as he slowly laid her down on the bed and began to caress the soles of her feet. And yet he knew she was unfaithful. How could she want more? Running his hands gently over her calf he pushed her skirt out of the way and caressed her smooth dusky thighs. She wasn’t wearing panties she never did and despite his tentative suggestions about a Brazilian wax kept a full bush. It was an inconvenience to part the jungle to look for the hidden nectar, it was kind. So, Maggie was looking forward to going to the farm for some reasons, and nervous about going to the farm for others. In other words, she had more in common with other teens her age than she thought. She was confused and unsure of herself.Bob was taking a breather from wrestling with a recalcitrant bull when his brother drove into the yard. He’d been looking forward to seeing little Maggie again. He didn’t mind being alone on the farm most of the time, but she was such a breath of fresh air.