Baat whi khatam hogyi,raat ko kahna kha kar maine phir bhabhi ke room me sone gaya but maine kuch baat nhi mjhe dophar wali baat pe gssa to aa hi raha...tha but maine kuch nhi bola aaj bhabhi mere bagal mein soyi unhone kha ki maine kal unke beete ko utha diya tha raat ko isliye to maine kha theek h……mjhe kya karna h apka bed h jha marji sjao…main sir takiye ke neeche dabaa kar sogya but mera dhayan bhabhi se badla lene ka tha or wo dophar wala incident Bhi yaad araha tha to main usse yaad kar ke. If they only what kind of fun they would have both had heart attacks. I still livedwith them because I was planning to go to college near their house if I couldever get the hang of courses that would hold me back. They eventually hired a tutor for me, as I said, a story for another day.My mother handed me my messages from callers on the house phone. Most were happy birthdaywishes from relatives. I saw one from Bridgette, the German lady who was always so friendlyto me and the other neighborhood. Her belly is much smaller having lost some weight. with a few adjustments,we get the new crotchless panties to open perfectly around her pussy lips. I go down for a quick taste. She says "ah ah ah. That's not for you." I get excited. Tonight the wifey is going to be a whore.She pulls up a black leather pleated skirt. It's not tight, but its shines well and shows just the right amount of leg. Her top however, shows the slut. A black padded tank with spaghetti straps. It barely contains her tits.. "Only those who I want to," she said, with a wicked little grin on her face, which caused me to examine her more closely.I estimated Rebecca's age to be somewhere near 25, and although not particularly pretty she was attractive in the way of all young women. She stood about 5 feet 4 inches tall, being a little overweight for her height, and possessed a pleasant voice and smile. The maxi coat she habitually wore she kept on, even in the The Grapes, but would undo enough buttons to reveal an.