Chachi boli sir aur paon ke bich mein bahut kuch hai. Meri himmat badh gayi,maine kaha ki chachi aap ke breast bilkul perfect hain wo boli tune kab de...he, main bola hum to bina ander se dekhe bata sakte hainn ki maal kaisa hai. Maine kaha chachi aap ki kamar aap ki navrl aur aap ki butt (nitamb) bilkul perfect shape mein hain ,chacha is lucky, wo boli tumne to in mein se kuch bhi nahin dekha hai, ab main samajh gya ki ye thodi der main chudne waali hai main bola meri aisi kismat kahan . Chachi. "I think my language took him by surprise because I felt his cock stiffen and he growled."I've never heard you swear before." You've never fucked me before." God you're sexy." I'm going to come Mark." Yes," he grunted, "Shall I pull out?" No, oh fuck no." I'm coming, Maureen I'm coming." Yes," I hissed, "Yes shag me Mark, shoot it all up me, Mark, MARKKK..."He stayed all night and fucked me twice more before we finally fell asleep wrapped around each other.I spent the following day half asleep. His mother wascoming to pick him up today, and that meant extra time was needed to getready. It was 6:30 A.M.James' head pivoted around, taking in the room. Today would be his lastmorning here. The walls were painted pink, the carpet a white shag. Onthe walls hung paintings- paintings of a cute little sheep, and a girlin an antiquated frilly dress. On the white wooden nightstand was a vaseof flowers. A shelf contained dolls, and books meant for girls, thingslike Black Beauty and Little Women,. What should the letter say? That he liked Miss Richards? David nodded yes and said he like her telling stories and when she sang songs. He wanted her to know that they lived close by each other. Especially that he hoped that they might encounter one another on the street perhaps someday. David's mom wrote the short message. After Dell read the few sentences she put on the paper to him, David printed his name at the bottom. The brief little letter read:"Dear Miss Richards,I listen to your radio.