Phir khabhi muje paise ki jarurat padti thi to wo muje dedeti thi or khabi market jati to muje bula leti or muje kapde gift karti .ek din unhone muje ...ophar mai khane pe invite kiya usi din maine naya muiltimedia mobile kharida tha mai unke ghar gaya to unhone pucha kya loge chai ya thanda ya khana lagau maine kaha kuch nahi phir hum do baat karne lage anty ne bata ki uncle ki bypaas surguri hui hai saal bhar phele or wo koi mehnat wala kam nahi karpate phir yahi sab baat hui wo mere bagal mai. Hurt is going to happen. Please just don’t make me hurt worse,” Diana said sadly.“If I do, it won’t be on purpose, I promise. Oh, here comes the sun. The fog should burn off quickly now.”We sat in silence waiting for the magic moment. It occurred to me that the whole situation was magical. I was sitting, naked, atop a hill in a nudist camp with two of the most beautiful women I knew. Both wanted to spend their lives with me. Looking to the left rewarded me with the small pointy breasts of Jos. " Yes," I replied. I coasted a while, so I could make a decent answer. "Writing is also a big part, but you've got to get information to write about, and you've got to verify that it's accurate. The more newsworthy the story, the less likely people are to tell you everything voluntarily, so you've got to snoop." Well, you've gotten very good at it." You've no idea," I said.He didn't reply immediately, but gave me an appraising sidelong look and started paddling again. After a while, he said. Usk baad Mayank mujhe fir smopch karne laga and fir. Mera top utarne ki jeed karne laga bahut mana karne par wo khud mera top utaar diya and mujhe tight se hug kar liya. And mujhe bola ke jaan aise karogi toh bahut takleef hogi aacha ye hi hai ke tum mera saath do. And mere uppar baith ke meri bra kheech k.nikal di. Nai usk saamne aadhi nangi thi and wo mere boobs ko jor jor se dabate hue chilla raha tha ke aaj inka saara dudh pee jaaunga, mujhe bahut pain ho raha tha par dar ke karan mai kuch.