Jay and I were adults now and I would assume that he wouldn't throttle the snot out of me with maximum prejudice but, still, what the hell was I think...ng? My head was starting to throb a little, and I mean the big one between my ears that's supposed to be in charge.The videotape continued playing, Miss Bunny fizzed and popped out with static and a tastefully lit softcore movie revealed itself. A lithe brunette with gravity defying breasts was naked and writhing on top of an over-muscled guy.. Usme se 1 ladki baar baar samne laga driver ke uppar wale mirror se mujhe dekhe jaa rahi thi. Maine bhi smile kar diya. Lekin baat yahin nahi ruki. Fir woh ghum kar smile dene lagi. Mujhe bhi beer ka suroor tha. Maine bhi interest dikhaya fir. Fir woh baar baar apne phone ko aise dikhati jaise kuch dikhana chahtti ho. Maine dekha toh uska Facebook profile tha.Main samajh gaya yeh apni behen ki wajah se baat nahi kar rahi isliye Facebook profile dikha rahi hai. Maine uska profile search kiya.. They provided food on time. In morning when I exercised, they stalked me and talked with each other.One day when I took breakfast, Irfan (my owner) said to me, “Raja, are you married??”I said, “No sir, I m single yet.”Then Hina said, “Hmm! so how you manage your needs??”I asked her, “Which types of need??” But she did not reply.Ifran said, “Raja, now you live inside, so you pass your time from television and help Hina in household work, as you free now a days.”I replied, “Anytime biwiji, you. As she did, one leg straightened, opening her to his prying hands. The other soon followed, the space between her thighs widening as his thick fingers worked their way up the velvety skin of her inner thighs, and over the softness of her outer lips. Her stomach trembled at the touch. He looked into her eyes to ask if she was okay. Her bitten lip spoke only of tense excitement. He allowed his fingers to delve further, and immediately they slid across dripping wet inner lips. Oh, he wanted to.