Theak hai bua, or maina land ka sparm bua ki gand ka beech main nikal deya or bua ka upar bua ka sath chipak kar late gaya. Phir hum na asee aik shot ...r khalee, Is ka baad maina didi ka poocha to bua boli raat ko tara room main a jaa gee us sa kuch mat poochna or jasa maree chudae kee hai wasa us ki be kar dana, phir bua na ghar ka kam keya didi be a gae, bua didi ko apna room main la gae, mai apna room main tha, sham main jab sath batha tha didi muj sa ankahin nahi mila rahi thee. Didi bus. The shower had a clear glass door and the bathroom had a big mirror on the opposite wall above the sink. I got in the shower and started to get soaped up. I had forgot that my friend’s mother said she would get me a towel but I remembered when I saw her reflection in the mirror outside the door holding a towel. At first I was not sure if she was going to walk in one me so I turned away so my back was facing the shower door. Then I wondered if she could see me in the mirror. I turned around and. As morning arrived I kept a look out for Jean in case she came into her garden as she often does. I opened the blinds enough so that if she looked over she would definitely see me. 40 minutes went by and I saw Jean in her garden. I moved a bit closer to the window and saw Jean look up. She spotted me standing there completely naked and waved her hand. I smiled and gestured for her to come over. Jean came through the gate that separates our gardens and walked towards the patio doors. I went into. “And do not let him near any of the free weights. Marie will kill you if he’s sore tomorrow night.”Jeff grabbed her and hungrily kissed her, holding the kiss for at least thirty seconds while obviously putting everything he had into it. When he released her, Susan staggered back a step, unconsciously putting a hand to her mouth, her nipples standing proud enough to show even through her bra and top.“Yes, Ma’am,” he said before hurrying to catch up with the others while thinking, My wives don’t.