Ab mai apni bahen ke bareme bata hoon jaise aap jante hai uska naam firdos banu hai hum usse ghar me firdous bulate hai o abhi abhi jawan horahi thi i...ni khubsurath ke pucho mat waise hi uska figure tha hoont gulabi bal ghane kal lambe chuchiyan(boobs) itne mote mote jaise itna dood bhara hoo moti aur gool gool gaand jange intni k ek dum mast lagti thi jabbhi o ghar me chalti thi to mano qayamath dharahi hai totally mano ya mano figure 36-32-34 o itni gori sidhi hai ke mera man to hamesha uske. " Sure honey," he agreed almost too quickly, and after shedding his shoes and shirt and after a moments hesitation his pants, slipped under the sheet next to me, down now to only his white boxers, and lying on his side watched me as he gently stroked my blond hair. Feigning sleep, I rolled over and curled into him, ending so my lips were less than a half inch from his cheek, each of my breaths gently tickling him as my breasts comfortably pressed into his strong chest.He finally left, maybe two. That was a real tough question. With her looks and figure, she could get a dozen in a day. But that wasn’t safe. We had to safeguard our dignity and reputation, we had to fear the society. Also she wasn’t much to the idea of single man. She said, a couple would be the right option for they too will be obliged for secrecy and discretion.I did some Googling and stumbled on to Locanto. There were a couple of ads from our locality. I responded to them. Some were not replied and the others, we. " You know you're the only one that treats me like a person all the time?" Excuse me?" The others... they all look at me like I'm a machine or something, they're so obvious about trying to push buttons, to make me react how they want." Have you told them this is upsetting you?" That's not upsetting me... that's just why I'm going to tell you, and not them..." he explained."Tell me what?" Shawna's not going to happen, I've realised that. There was... she doesn't see me as... I'm just a.