‘Whatever you want, I’m fine with.’ I yawned. ‘Well, then, I’m going to go get the stuff we need tomorrow afternoon, can you please do the h...usework then? I know you’re tired tonight, so let’s just go to bed okay?’ Sometimes I wonder, am I still dreaming, or is he real? Not only is he gorgeous, he’s funny and caring all at the same time. I stepped out of the car and hit my head on the rim. *CLONK* ‘God dammit.’ I cursed. He hugged me and gave me a kiss on the head. I threw myself onto the bed. 9 weight 70 west 34 hai.Me avg. look hu ab story par aata hu ye story mere baju me rehne wali ladki ki hai. Use me apni behen manta hu. Wo mere liye apni sagi behen se bhi badhakar hai. Uska body status 5.7 55 30 hai. Uski boobs size 32 hai. Wo avg. hi dikhati hai magar uske boobs ki wajah se puri galli use chodne ki ichha rakhti hai.Uske ghar par kafi ristrictions hai. Wo kisi ladke ko ghar nahi la sakti naa kisi ladke se phone par baat kar sakti hai. Wo mujhse bilkul khulkar baat karti hai.. I enjoy it immensely, watching her squirm and struggle to stay in position, legs straight and hands gripping her ankles.Again and again this happens until each guy has called a freeze once. Then I order everyone to regroup back at the car. The paddles are put away and I pass out narrow riding crops. “Off with the jeans, girls.”There are groans and cries of dismay at this order, but everyone obeys. Twelve girls in skimpy panties stand before us. I wave and the game begins again, and this time. Shobha throws a cushion on her and says: What can I do, bitch? I am not as fast as you, hahaha!Wow, she just called her a bitch, these women are so cool to each other. They aren’t even bothered. I am right here with them. Now I was also getting what the women in the gym meant when they said butter cake. That must be a code for the sexual term, maybe.May be stories are getting built about Shobha and me by now among these women group. Suddenly Bhawna knock me out of my thoughts and asked: So.