Bhabi na apni kameez par hath rakh kar boli bol tujha apni izat pyare hai ya nahi agar toona wasa na keya jasa maina kaha to mai ghar main shor macha ...oon ge is na maree izat lootna ki koshish ki hai tujha ghar sa dheka mar kar bahir nikal deya jaa ga, becha mai devor g karta be to kaya bola acha bolo muha kaya karna hai, bhabi boli mujha chodna para ga, maina kaha agar mai asa na karoon to bhabi boli hamasha ka leya is ghar sa toon to gaya apa saman bandh la or bola to mai tare help kar datee. Tad was laying on his with his legs spread open. His cock was still mostly soft, but it was laying an angle just below his stomach. Carey looked his entire nude form over for the first time since they were young children. It was a beautiful sight to Carey. His legs and chest had hair, but not as thick as her father's. His hair and eyes were brown like hers and his chest was thick like a man's. 'God, ' she thought, 'he does look like Daddy.' Carey noticed a small bottle of honey colored liquid. "Alacazam!" Paul waved his hand over it, being stupid, pretending to weave a spell."Shit!" Paul jerked his hand back.The glove had moved."Uh ... it must have just shifted, right?" Paul asked himself.After a second, he moved his hand closer and as he came within a few inches, the gloved moved again, this time sliding towards his hand a little."Jesus!" he said, pulling his hand quickly back. "This is it!" He wondered if maybe he was still dreaming.Paul steadied his breathing and reached forward. I'd be in the way if you two are going to have things out. She could be angry as well as disappointed and there are bound to be tears."Wendy nodded again. "This is going to be awful but I'd better get it out of the way soon. I'll go home next weekend." She managed the flicker of a smile. "At least I can afford the petrol now, thanks to you."She told Sally what she was going to do. Sally hugged her. "Good for you," she said. "You can't go on living a lie. If I was you I'd go on Saturday morning.