Fir maine dhire se meri maa ki saree aur peticoat upar jangh tak kardi .uski gori jaanghon ko dekhkar ma use chune laga .bohot dar lag raha tha fir me...maa ke dudh ke paas gaya aur dhire se left dudh me hath rakha uff kitne soft the maza aagaya ab maine himmat karke maa ke blouse ke do hook khol diye maa ne andar bra nahi pehna tha mai khushi se paagal hoo gaya ab maine maa ke ek doodh ko blouse se bahar nikala vo bohot bada tha. fir mai use chusne laga aur vo hilne lagi mai dar gaya .uski saree. She had a loving family, plenty of friends, a wonderful home and everything she could ever want. She had never had a reason to cry. And briefly she wondered if she had taken things for granted. Of course, how much could an eight year old girl take for granted when she was as naive as they came? Naomi sighed and turned away from the window, eyeing the TV across from her as the news forecast played on the screen. That naive girl had quickly been forced to mature. Her mother was dead, murdered,. She was so beautiful that, if she wasn’t already married to me I would have rushed right over and proposed holy matrimony.Janet’s beautiful oval face, with its dimples and sharply pointed chin, was framed by her thick auburn hair. Her huge hazel eyes were flashing with the good humor and warmth that just flows out of her. And that spectacular body and those huge tits were like listening to the opening notes of Beethoven’s Ninth. You might have heard it a thousand times but it still moves. Well ... that is a strange question to ask me Cathy." Leland stuttered out."You do, don't you?" Cathy said, moving closer to him. "I've seen the way you look at me." I ... I respect your obvious skills. You are an exceptional pilot and an excellent warrior from what I have seen." Leland replied."And that's all?" What else is there?" He asked.Cathy's face changed slightly and she leaned back. "Oh." She said softly. "I must have been wrong." She stood up slowly and turned. "I'll be on the.