Maine fir thoda honsla rakha nd bhabi k gate k pass chala gya usne gate khola nd m ander chala gya gate abhi v khula tha hun room m chale gye raat k 1... vje k time tha. Hum bed pr beth gye to hum dheere dheere batein krne lge to bhabi ne kaha wo kaha reh gya aya nhi maine bola pta ni wo bol rha tha m nhi aunga. To bhabi use call krne lgi usne kaha m nhi aunga.. Maine bola bhabi usne muje bheja h darte darte maine bola. Fir aise hi baat krte krte maine apna hath bhabi k hath pe rakha nd suddenly. I found it was no problem to pick where the split would be, using the ax to make a slot to start wedging the wood apart with stakes and the mallet. Only a couple of logs wouldn’t split, and only a few split untidily. I began to wish I’d thought to split them earlier, before we had struggled to get them all up to the platform.Now that I had planks instead of round logs, I had to rethink how I would build the house. I didn’t have nails, but I had borrowed the auger from the farm so I could make. I think I shocked him but after a split second he responded, his tongue coming out to play, his hands grabbing my butt. My mind exploded. My tongue was in my brother's mouth, his hands were all over my barely concealed curves. I reached down to squeeze his cock through his trousers. "Come with me. Now," I said above the music.I dragged him towards the toilets, peering into the ladies then pulling him straight across the room and into a spare cubicle. I slammed him up against the wall and bolted. Of course, that caused me to slow down and start to enjoy the food I was eating. I honestly never thought of food as a visual thing.“Is everything all right, Peter Pan?” Isabel said.“Yeah, I am fine. Just enjoying the food ... and the pretty company. Is this cornbread homemade, it tastes like it?”“Thank you for that, Michael,” Katie said, “but it’s not homemade. However, I did add a bit of cinnamon to the mix.”“That’s what I taste” I said. “That was a marvelous idea, Kit Kat.”“Thank you, kind.