Fir dheemi awaaz mein daanto ko meenchte hue bole: Are mat karo ayse. Woh dekh legi.Main: To mere room chale?Papa: Nahi nahi, tumhare room nahi.Tabhi ...aa kitchen se awaaz di: Swati idhar aana zara.Main: Hmmm… haan aayi.Main papa ko dekh boli: Aapki biwi na kabaab mein haddi ban rahi hai.Papa muskura pade ki kayse main apni maa ko unki biwi karke bol rahi aur bole: Ab jao tum, woh bula rahi hai.Main uthi aur fir adaao ke sath unko apni peet dikhati hui kitchen ko jaane lagi. Main apni chaal aur. She brushed the cummy dew drop that had formed on the head with her thumb."What about my tools, Vicki?" Dave asked."The only tool you'll need is right here!" She responded, playfully squeezing the iron hard shaft. Her body gleamed with a mixture of perspiration, oil and sexual fluids as they entered the roomy, air-conditioned expanse of the family room. Her aureoles were protruding, along with her hard nipples, from the shock of sudden temperature change.Dave snuggled up behind her, dropping. He wasn’t lying. After only about fifteen minutes down the left-hand trail Jack and I came out into a small clearing and at it’s center was a three story lookout tower, which sort of reminded me of a lighthouse, but obviously in miniature. I ran right up to it and looked inside. There was a winding staircase going all the way up to the top, and after looking back and seeing Jack following close behind me, I started my way up. I wasn’t even halfway up when I had to stop. My friggen legs were. As he came closer I placed my hands on his hips, he did the same, I ran my hands up his back as he copied what I did. I moved him against the wall out of sight of the window, moving my hands onto his hips and with my eyes wide open I leaned in and kissed him, just a peck, and he closed his eyes, I repeated it again and again his eyes closed.Moving my hands down his back I leaned and kissed him again only holding my lips on his a little longer, his arms were around my neck, my hands caressed his.