Main road se ek kachcha raasta hua tha.vishal ne bike usi road pe mod li.maine red t-shirt aur black jeans pahni thi aur andar black bra n panty.bike ...heto ke bich se kachche raaste pe chal rhai thi.karib 20 min baad raasta khatm hua aur hum ek chote se bunglow type ghar ke saamne khade the.us ghar me ek hi floor tha(ground and first) aur ghar ke bahar chota sa maidan type tha. mere puchne par vish bataya ke ye uske ek dost ka ghar hai jaha wo log kabhi kabhar hi aate hai.zyada time ye ghar. On the 5th day I put something sexy on to make my son talk to me and it worked he said “wow mum you look great” and I said “thank you baby and listen about last time…” he stop me by getting up and kissing me on the lips and wasn't like a quick kiss is was a french kiss and I thought that he would never kiss me again after that night and we broke the kiss and I said “I thought after that night you wouldn't kiss me again” and my son said “look I know that I was a bit of jerk before that night. She swept the apartment and called Bev."Hi," she said, "I'm done and I'm dead, and I'll be there as soon as I can."She walked out the door with the suitcase she had packed and left the key with the superintendent. At Bev and Jerry's apartment she was met at the door with hugs, kisses and a large glass of iced tea. "That's only temporary — to get you re-hydrated — we've got wine and anything else you can think of. Sit down, have a drink and don't say anything for ten minutes." Bev forced her. "What the hell do you think?", I said.Then he leaned over the seat and poked me in the boob."Don't you ever do that again you little pervert!", I screamed."Mark what did you do?", my dad asked."Nothing", he replied acting all innocent."Bullshit! He touched one of my damn tits!", I screamed.My dad tried to hold in his laughter. I couldn't blame him though. If ya think about it, it is pretty funny."Mark, leave your brother's boobs alone", my dad chuckled."Yeah funny dad, real funny", I said."Are.