Or unki aakhon mein paani aa gaya. Mujhe kaafi dukh feel hua. To maine kaha ki plssssssssssssss aap udaas mat hoyiye main aapki help karne ko tyaar ho...n. Kahiye mujhe kya karna hoga? To wo kehne lage ki plssssssssssss aap humein galat mat samajhiye par kya aap wo donour ban sakte hain? Main soch mein pad gaya or unko bola ki mujhe sochne ke liye kuch time chahiye. Kyonki friends maine apne mama ki ladki (jiski story MERI PYARI BAHEN ke alag alag 6 parts mein yahan post ho chuki hai) ke alawa. "Greg stood, walking over to one of the large windows. Outside, lighting and thunder battered the lake, each burst highlighting the pines ringing the island. Sighing, he tried to will an end to the display. They weren't his problem. He just wanted them gone.Three hours later, with the sun coming through the clouds, Greg opened the front door and stepped out onto the porch. The house had survived its first test. Yippee.With a chuckle, he moved aside as his two guests came out behind them.. She smiled as she took the sweet and was silent till she devoured it and after wiping her face on a handkerchief, dropped the bomb shell. "Fancy a fuck?"He was in his early thirties, was a professional cyclists who had partaken in a number of races and he was also a fucker of women for there wasn't a race in which he hadn't mounted a least one of the women in the competition. However, he had never had the opportunity to actual screw a school girl or at least one in uniform and this girl was not. I wasn’t used to being taken care of and it wasn’t a feeling with which I wanted to get acquainted. I shooed him away and stuffed in a mouthful of roast chicken. It was tasty. Sara has always been a good cook. I ate about half of what was on the plate and handed it back to him. I was tired and wanted him to go but he didn’t move. ‘Sara says you have to eat every bite,’ he told me. ‘I can’t. There’s enough there for two people.’ Devlin eyed me for a moment and then took the plate. He covered it.