. Kabhi 2 apni ungli uski gand ki darar mai ragadta hum bhout excited ho chuke the.. Maine kaha k ab mai or nhi seh sakta to vo boli k yaha to hum kuc... nhi kr sakte bhout risk hai..Maine uska hath apne khade hue land pr pent k uper hi rakh diya jise vo payar se sehlane lgi.. Or boli k acha jaldi se nikalo.. Maine kaha khud hi nikal lo to vo jht se niche bethi or meri pent ki zip khol kr underwear se mera land nikal liya or use dekhte hi uski aankho mai chamak a gyi.. Vo boli tumhara land bhout. Torches set into the walls provided light for the room. The spaces between them were covered with tapestries that showed scenes of life in a medieval royal court. A large fireplace, complete with fire, filled one side of the room. Another wall held a collection of weapons.The arched ceiling, like those found in a cathedral, seemed to reach into the heavens. He couldn’t tell whether the ceiling was actually that high or if it was an illusion. A slight glow to the ceiling evened out the light. I’ll ignore his comment. He leads me to the kitchen. “All appliances are updated and as you can see, it is an eat-in kitchen. It has brand new countertops and walls are painted in a neutral color,” he says. I pretended to look interested in the kitchen, but what I really wanted what was inside those sharp dress slacks he was wearing. He filled them out very nicely. I bent over the counter, pressing my breasts against it. “Mmmm, I love this counter so much. It’s so nice and wide. I could. He wished they were a different color, likea bright red, the same red he's seen under the cheerleaders' skirts atthe high school he would be attending in two more years.He dreamed he was a girl--a cheerleader. She would have long hair, tiedback into a ponytail, with a bow the same red color as her uniform. Hetried to strike a cheerleader pose, but his underwear went back to beingboring, white, and baggy. The dream was gone. Sadness engulfed him as hefinished dressing and left the bathroom.Scene.