Mein nay unki instruction parhi to mujhay pata chala kay wo breeast pump tha. Kia likha hai is mien kia cheez hai yeh, naseem boli. Uuummm … Mein na... bolnay ki koshish ki par mera gala sookh raha tha. Aray batao naa … Wo dobara boli. Mien nay apni tamam himmat jama ki aur bola yeh pump mummon say extra doodh nikalnay kay liey hai… Hehehe… Wo hansi, bas itni si baat, aur tum aesay sharma rahay ho, bachpan mein to baray khaila kartay thay meray mummon say. Mein chup raha, wo uthi aur meray pass. Just to make sure” I smiled as I said the last bit.Helen smiled and started unbuttoning her blouse.“I must say I am very surprised Helen. What made you want do this? “ I asked.“Well” she said, “Perhaps you were right and I am a dirty bitch, perhaps I get turned on by guys wanting to see my body, perhaps I have always wanted to do something in the heads office or perhaps I am just bored.”The blouse was now undone and she shrugged her shoulders and it fell off behind her to land on the floor.Her. Those beautiful breasts made pointed tents straight out in front of her. Well, I said, youre certainly going to attract plenty of offers dressed like that. Katie said nothing for a couple of minutes, and then said, I would like to talk frankly with you Aunt Jen, but I dont know if I can trust you not to tell Mom. Well, I didnt know either. I certainly had an obligation to tell my sister if her daughter was into something dangerous, but here was a sixteen year-old girl, who obviously needed. In seconds, seven Harleys cruised around the leafy bend. Seeing my distress, the bikes pulled up next to me.“Need a hand?” he drawled, as he pushed his goggles up, onto his helmet.“Shit!” They were a group of Desperadoes. Craig had said that they might attend this year, as one of their favorite bands was playing on the Saturday night. We’d seen them a couple of years previously, at a different rally, when they had ransacked a beer tent, and beat up some security guards. “Em,” I stuttered, “I’ve.