.mene kaha nai chachi muje bas aapko dekhte rahna he..nd meri ek ungli se unke baal thik kiyewo kuch nai boli nd mene kaha chachi aapko bahot like kar...a hu muje ek hug dona…chachi tu pagal ho gaya he soja….lekin mene unko hug dedi…..wo kuch nai boli kyuki wo bahut pyasi thi to meri pith me hath rakhke hug di….fir mene jaldbaji nai ki nd sirf unke hath, cheecks nd neck pe ungli gumata gaya nd unko acha feel karata rahekabhi kabhi unke pet back nd jandh pe guma diyawo boli ab so jaume chachi acha. I have to find good strong husbands for you. But in the meanwhile, you have to please each other. From now on I will leave the doors slightly open. You can see and learn from me,” she said.From then on they used to peep without fear. Their parents used to perform as though they were putting on an exhibition, most of the time with the lights on. The sisters used to finger each other and derive enormous pleasure. Their uncle was good fucker too. He used to fuck their mother in various ways. He. A few weeks passed before Billy approached his father once again."Hi Dad." Hi Billy. What can I do for you this fine day?" I have a favor to ask," Billy said."Oh?" Yeah. I was hoping, since I'm growing up we could change from Billy to Bill. Billy seems awfully juvenile I think." So, you are of the opinion you are becoming a man, huh?" Billy's dad asked."Well, I know I'm not there yet, but, yes I do. At least, I think I'm old enough to be able to decide what I want to be called." Hmmmmmmmm.. .We started to laugh and just talk about the show and wound up talking about everything else. I couldn't take the hum of the dryers any longer. "Hey I live right upstairs, wanna come up for a cup of coffee?" What did I just ask!!...I don't know this man from a hole in the wall...without hesitation he said "sure"....We went up to my apartment. He notices all the artifacts on my walls and begins to ask about my profession. Out of habit I blurt out that I'm a museum curator. "Coffee's done" I said.