Summers: ‘It must have been a real blur for him, don’t you think?’ Interviewer: ‘Understood.’ A long silence. Interviewer: ‘Did you meet s...meone in the woods, Mrs. Summers?’ Mrs. Summers: ‘What do y–‘ More static, garbled-up voices. Nearly a minute of elapsed time passes, without anything remotely audible being heard. It is this author’s opinion that these distortions are anything but random. This is yet to be verified, of course. Mrs. Summers: ‘–if I went to the woods to meet someone? Do you. Hum bahot hi tharki hai jab bhi sath me hote hai tab sex ki and ladki chodne ki baate karte hai. Mere dost ne ek ladki patai thi aur usse chodne jane ke liye uske pass koi jaga ya room nahi tha. usne muje jage ke liye puchha to mene bola me jage ka intejam karta hu.Kyoki Mere city me mere ek NRI dost ka farm house hai and waha ka chokidar muje janta hai jo wahi reh ke farm house ki dekhbhal karta hai. Mene apne dost ko bola me tere liye jage ka intejaam kar duga par muje bhi apni GF ko chodne. Tim wanted to start bringing more females into his little coterie of willing babes that were hot for him to fuck them. He began to think of others who might be ready -- within their family -- for mating. There were several young teenage females that had been born in the family through their years of inter-family mating, and Tim began to list those he'd fathered and those that had been fathered by his father-in-law, Chuck. It was confusing when you started trying to decide to actual blood. Finally the day to present the system came. Charlie insisted that I come so I went to the apartment where I was freeloading and cleaned myself up. I put on a shirt that was almost clean and had my favorite string tie around my neck. I went back to Charlie’s and knocked on the door. The door opened and when Charlie saw me, she winced—the string tie again I thought. But I saw Charlie and was flabbergasted. She was wearing a pants suit. The blouse was matching and the top two buttons were open.