” Par agar dard kiya toh nikaal lena.” Maine kaha nikaal lunga ab jaldi se pair faila mujh se control nahi ho raha toh wo boli “control toh mujh...se bhi nahi ho raha aap ne naa jaane kaisi aag laga di hai meri kuch samajh nahi aa raha.” Maine kaha “ chinta mat kar aag main bhuja dunga tu bus mujhe support kar” boli thik hai fir maine apne land par cold cream lagaya aur kuch cream uski bur par v laga diya. Cream lagane k bad maine apna lund uski bur k darwaze par rakha or dheere se kamar ko. She found the clothing fantastic. She was a bit of an underdresser, andvery naturally cute. She wore jeans and t-shirts most nights. She hadworn a couple skirts and short shorts, but felt more comfortable in thetight jeans.Her body was understated as well. Curves were beginning to develop, butit wasn't dramatic yet. She was pretty skinny, and noted that her buttwas very flat. She had, as previously noted, small, ("proportional" shethought) breasts. She quite enjoyed her bra's, finding. .. AM I sick? Perverted? OK... maybe so. I am also VERY proud of my young slutty wife!She was still between me and the door, so I finally said to her "Excuse me; I have to get in to go to the bathroom." To which she replied "OH HELL NO YOU DON'T!" Taken aback I replied hastily "OH HELL YES I DO! I've been trying to all afternoon, now get out of the way... please!"Mitzi then pushed me back against the porch rail and pressed herself tightly against me, pinning me to the rail as she parted my legs. Tara was lying on the floor, clutching my pyjama pants and swearing like it was going out of fashion.We quickly established that she wasn’t hurt. She was surprised and shocked and unhappy about having fallen like that and unhappy about having woken up like that but she wasn’t hurt. I politely asked if I could please have my pyjama pants back. Tara looked at the pants in her hands and then at me and burst out laughing. That sent me and Liz off into giggles as well. Tara threw the pants up at me..