Radha couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Take off my clothes; make me nude; what the hell is happening here. She couldn’t believe that the lad... whom she was supposed to see as her mother, in fact, more than her birth-mother, was making her nude in front of the ladies of the house. Her jethanis were following the orders like a pet, like her sasu maa had them hypnotized. She couldn’t come to believe that this was what actually happening to her.She was brought back to reality by the touch of. ” The second one slapped my ass and said, “Kya chiknahat iske badan mein yaar..yakeen nahin ho raha hai ki raand nangi mil gayi.” They started talking to each other. “Daaru mil jata toh maza aa jata,” the other said, ruk lekar aata hun mein, kal raat ki kaafi bachi hogi.” Meanwhile, I begged them, “Please mujhe jaane do, kal raat bhar nahin soyi main. Main acche ghar se hun.”One of the guys inserted his three fingers in my cunt and said “Acche ghar ki ladkiyaan, party mein aadhi nangi nahin. I would probably be lecturing you if our roles were reversed, but if I relax and take it easy then I'll be OK." All right, I'm convinced," David said, looking around the group and seeing the determination in everyone's eyes. "So is everyone expecting to discuss the details of the trip now?" Actually, before you begin, there were a couple of things I want to cover first," Tom informed him. "First of all, I never told you about the results of my experiments in Charlottesville with the electron. The cross your bra, again the void of sensory feeling on the skin, aware of their presence through the elastic, but not feeling them directly, until they reach your shoulders, where they massage the muscles, releasing the tension, making your head loll forward. I wait for you to be completely relax, then my fingers again stroke down your back, again over the bra and down to your waist, where they circle you, meeting at your navel. Back round, and then again they climb your spine, the soft.