Us din mene ek plan banaya m upar gayi or bato bato me rajiv uncle se puch liya ( aunty ke hubby) se ki aap kab bahar jaa rahe ho wo mnc me kam karte ...he isliye hamesha tour pe rehte the . To unhone bataya ki next weekend me nahi rahunga . Bas ab mene plan banaya me janti thi ki shayad aunty bad me na mane isliye pura intezam kar liya mene unke bete nitin ko bulaya or bola tum chahte ho me tumhari sister banu or tumhare do papa ban jaye wo bas 12 sal ka tha to usne bola ki phir dono ghumane le. .Something glowed. A great, yellow light spilled through the trees, dancing, wavering. Fire?Was something on fire? My stomach clenched as I raced down the path, my excitement forgotten. There was a fire. Was it the village or...? No. It couldn't be the shrine. No, no, no. That was impossible. The shrine couldn't burn. It had to be something in the village, an accident or...I reached the path that branched off to the shrine. The fire burned in that direction. I could see the flames dancing over. She moved slightly with ease…I moved my hands towards her breasts, and without hesitation I squeezed them in my hands. I could literally see and of course feel my own fingers disappear into the mountain of soft flesh like I was putting my hands in a thick liquid, or dough. By now, my fingers had completely vanished beneath the fleshy surface and deep into the softness of her beautiful pink breasts, as I squeezed them with all my strength to experience how soft they truly were, and they were. We had been dranking and doing some small talking, I could tell by the slur in Baby's voice that she well into being tippies" she never been known to hold her drinking, and she when to the restroom..While Baby was gone I told Bob to ask her to dance when she gets back.On cue Baby stood in the middle of the room with her arm held out toward Bob and he gladly accepted, he pull Baby close and begin to sway side to side.At first Bob had his arms around Baby's waist, but soon they drop down to cup.