Me:- Apko kaise pata?Aunty:-Wo tujhe chup chup ke dekhti hai jab tu ghar se bahar nikalta hai,maine kai baar notice kiya.Me:- Leave mujhe kya mere paa... to aap ho, kisi ki kya jarurat.Aunty:-Ek baat kahu?Me :- Haa kahiye.Aunty:- Archana ko humare bare me sab kuch pta hai, maine he bataya, Wo bhi kisi ko sex ke liye dhund rahi hai aur tujhe to pata hai ki wo divorcee hai, teri friendlist me koi ho to bata.Me:- Aap mujhe bhi faswaogi and khud bhi fasogi, aap kyu kisi ko humare bare me bolti. I stepped back to get a better look at her, she had dark brown areola, with an even darker brown nipples. Budding breasts is the best way to describe her small not fully developed yet. Glancing down she had a veritable forest between her legs. That would definitely have to go. She must be a late developer, or maybe she was mal nourished as a child. For a woman of twenty she could have passed for a fifteen year old English girl.No time like the present, I took her by the hand and half dragged. They looked at each other and smiled, as if they knew what the other was thinking. Ken put his bottle down and began massaging Milly's luscious feet. He started with her soles rubbing from the middle to the outside, then moved down to her heels. Ken then moved back up to the balls of her feet, then to each toe. He gave Milly the best foot massage she had ever had. This turned both of them on so much, but this was definitely only the beginning. Ken got off the couch and knelt on the floor. He. He revised his viewpoint, and thought about this obstacle to his personal wealth. He decided that this was the time to apply his previous closure routines, his "cover-up" expertise, to the Lownie accounts. This would disguise his unwanted activities such that none of his unofficial extractions would show up, no matter who was looking at the accounts.He commenced his programme of deletions. In decoration terms, he effectively plastered the accountancy wall, papered over the cracks, and then.