I should **** this bloody harlot, it was my strong vow. Sulekha Bhabi got up and was going to out from my room, I sprung up and grabbed the bunch of h...r hairs from her back and yanked forcefully. She screamed “aaaaah” and was going to fell on the ground. Soon I grabbed her and impeded from falling on the floor. I softly laid her on the floor and pressed on the floor by lifting my leg on her body. I unfolded her shari and tied her hands with one end of her shari. She was shouting “what are you. Now I started looking at herswinging youthful breasts held by the tight t-shirt. After watching her forsome while new thoughts kept on running in my mind. I wanted to smell her inner partswhich are a common feeling of that age. So quickly went into the bathroom andpicked up her worn underwear and started smelling them. It was like heaven forme.I started collecting her bra,panties and petticoat to smell it while sleeping and masturbating. Of course Inever picked them when she had periods (lol). I want you to spread those long legs for me." Tim was straining his eyes trying to see who the woman might be when he heard her speak. "Ok, but please be a little gentler." She whispered in a pleading tone after releasing the cock from her mouth she was hungrily devouring. Tim's eyes and ears could not believe what he was seeing or hearing. "Is that Rachel?" He snuck himself further into the large room and made his way towards a dark closet that had an opened door. He very quietly tucked. I should have aged seven years and instead subtracted fourteen years from my life cells. The man in the mirror was about early thirties and suddenly my middle-aged receding hair-line was erased like it had never existed in the first place. I knew the doctors were astonished because my medical record showed I was only three months shy of sixty on my chart.With each trip into the past, I had lost about two years in physical appearance for each year spent in the past.This time, I didn’t have any.