We are the smallest number of children born since the early 1900s. We are the “last ones.”We are the last generation, climbing out of the depressi...n, that can remember the winds of war and the impact of a world at war which rattled the structure of our daily lives for years.We are also the last to remember ration books for everything from gas to sugar to lard to shoes to stoves.We saved tin foil and poured fat into tin cans for the war effort.We collected scrap iron and old clothing to support. “Only now,” I said slowly, “I know a lot more about a woman’s body.”With that, I gently pressed her forward until she was half bent over, with her palms flat against the far wall, supporting her weight. I kept my hips pressed against her ass, and my cock against her labia, as I put my hands on her waist. I tilted my hips up and then pulled back slowly, letting the bulbous head of my dick drag along her slit. She shuddered with the passage and I gripped her hips to steady her.I took one hand off. ”“You’re both very welcome, but that beautiful little girl over there is responsible for all of this. I didn’t do much.” I responded, pointing to Beth.She was indeed beautiful as always. She was wearing a red, tight fitting, mid thigh dress, with black high heels. Her hair was just off the shoulders and looked amazing. I moved over to her, getting through the crowd.“Hi baby, you did it, they were surprised.” I said, grabbing her and hugging her tight.“I know. Thank you so much for all the. Jab chacha chachi sex karthe te tab unke awaaz sunkar mujhe alag sa feeling hotha tha ,jaise ke mere badan ke romte kade ho jaathe te aur mere penis khada ho jatha tha.Par mujhe samaj mein nahi aatha tha ki main aab kya karoon.Sorry aaplogoun ko bathana bhul gaya ki ,hum mumbai se hai, mere chachi ki baare mein agar boloun tho, mere yeah chachi mere mother ki stepmother ki beti hai.Chachi dhikne mein mast thi ,unke boobs agar koi dhektha fir ho insaan mere chachi ka diwaana ho jaatha. Unke.