.usne kaha auntyMuje tum pasand ho ..jabse mene tum ko first time dekha tab se tumhi ke bare me soch raha hu ..pehle to mom ne ajeeb reaction diya aur...gussa hogayi ..par wo mom ko manane laga plz aunty ek bar muje moka do fir dubara nahi kahunga ..aur usne mom ka hath pakad liya us samay mom ke hath ko uska land touch hora ha tha kafi der bad mom ne use samjayake me ek married hu aur tumhare dost ki mom hu to usne kaha aunty wise bhi uncle to yaha he nahi aur unhone to aapko kai bar choda hoga. She was a quartermaster's doxy or wife, I was never sure which, and he was a drunk and a wastrel. She looked like the model for one of those ancient statues, Greek or Roman, a healthy, hefty one with boobs the size of cannon balls, 12-pounders. Her name escapes me, but I surely remember her wonderful body, her deep chest and swinging hips, her soft lips and her gripping quim, her long legs and supple fingers.She pulled her mouth and her tongue from mine. "You ready for some hard work?" she. He did not have a Mummy and Daddy like the other kids, but his Grampa was the best, he didn’t scold him like the other parents did their kids. ‘Wash your face?’ Grandpa Vikramsingh asked. ‘Yes,’ Mohan replied with a sigh, his head dropping until his vision filled with the wooden floor and the ant crawling upon it. ‘And my hands and feet,’ he mumbled downheartedly. Grandpa’s forefinger lifted his chin and their eyes met. It was a moment, a single moment, a mere glance upon the kid’s face and. .. except for me."Tiffany?" More rapping. "Are you okay?" Oh!" I gasped, breathing hard and blinking at my mom as she opened the door."What's the matter?" she asked, suddenly concerned because she was my mom and a pretty good one."I ... I..." I swallowed hard, clutching the blanket between my fists, pulled up high above my heaving breasts."You look terrible, dear." Mom crossed my bedroom and sat down on the bed. She put a hand to my forehead. "You're burning up!"I just nodded at her, holding my.