I told him we were just playing so it was okay. I started rubbing his thigh again and I slowly moved my hand over his boner and stroked it through his...shorts. It was the most amazing feeling. It was so rock hard and stiff and felt bigger than I expected. I stroked it through his shorts for about a minute while telling him he was a good boy so that he would feel comfortable. He continued to feel my breasts more aggressively now and I could tell he was really getting into it. He seemed a little. .. Shall we try swapping positions tonight?She said. That’s a good idea - you stand by the ironing board while I sit on the sofa and fart!He said ... What have you been doing with all the grocery money I gave you?She said ... Turn sideways and look in the mirror!He said ... Why don’t you tell me when you have an orgasm?She said ... I would but you’re never there.He said ... Why don’t women blink during foreplay?She said ... They don’t have time.He said ... How many men does it take to change a. Aur mujhe sabse pasand hai unki badi gaand mujhe badi umar wali aunty woh ki gaand hi bohut pasand hai. Aur unki mast bahar aye hou bhari hui hai saree mein bhi ekdam saaf saaf dikhai deti thi. Unhe hasi majak bohut pasand tha to main har bar unse double meaning mein hi bate karta.Jaise ki, “Bhabhiji aap ki to bohut hi fuli hui hai.”“Kya?”“Ye puriya ““Mujhe to puri hui hi pasand hai tabhi maja ata hai khane mein.”Aise hum bate karte the aur ab woh mere samne aise khadi thi.“Bhabhiji halkasa. I usually start it, as she is getting ready to leave. "Why do you have to go?" Because I always spend Christmas eve with my mom and dad. You know that." We should be together on Christmas." I'll be back late tomorrow and we can spend Christmas night together." Why don't I just come along with you?" Because the last time you and Daddy met, you called him an anal retentive, dried up old bastard without an ounce of compassion or two brain cells to rub together." I apologized." You told him you.