Hum ne pocha aunty gi kia uncle pe apko isi tarha chody they ya kbi issi tarha he piyar kia tha aunty ne kaha nai beta ku k wo aty hain lund phudi ma ...alty hain or so jaty hain. Or or hum ne phocha or kia aunty g unka lund be bohat chotta ha or bohat mushkil se akarta ha.Hum sb ya batain ker k garam ho gai they main ne aunty ki tango ap hath pharna start ker dia aunty ko gudgudi hone lagi. Iffi ne b aunty k dood dbany start ker dia aunty humari taraf daikh k muskrane lage.Kuch dair yo he hum. For her part, Denise listened intently and did a great job of asking questions. That was the first of many visits and policies that I wrote for Charles' family and friends.Charles became a regular in my office. Often, he just stopped by to say hello and talk. We had a lot in common in our beliefs and work ethic, and we're both in our mid-fifties and self-employed. There were physical differences between us, with Charles being six-foot and about forty pounds overweight. I, on the other. The door swung open swiftly, blowing her hair off of her shoulders. Marcus stood on the other side and looked just as good as he did the night before. Hadley grabbed his hand and pulled him inside. “Hurry and get in here! Close the door will you?” Mystified, he did as she asked and watched her run back to curl up on the couch. Laughing he started to speak. “Commercial, I’ll tell you then.” Figuring he would be there for awhile, he took off his coat and draped it over one of the chairs near. “Is everybody else still in bed?” I asked “They are” said Tasha “but Mum said that when Lisa arrived I was to ask her to pop up to her bedroom” “What for?” asked Lisa sounding puzzled “I can’t say” replied Tasha smiling “and Steve’s coming with me” she continued leading me upstairs behind Lisa who, having been here before, walked straight towards the front and what I presumed was the master bedroom whilst Tasha led me to the back of the house.The curtains were still drawn so it was gloomy in.