It was long, it was deep, it was real. The kind of kiss you see in a movie. My hand caressed her jaw and her arms inched around my neck. One body shif... and she fell on top of me on the couch. It was a closeness I hadn't felt from a woman. A one-night-stand never held feeling. Maybe thats why my hands freely glided across her body rather simply rip her clothes off. Hands slid under her clothes and firmly but gently held her frame. She was a woman of shape, but not fat. Suple and curvy. Her hands. Her eyes widened and she paused in mid-turn. Here she was nude, standing in the middle of the living room with someone on the other side of the door ringing the door bell, now for the second time. Her eyes spoke volumes, begging Him for permission to run and hide herself.Instead He shocked her."Answer it." He said quietly.She stared at Him. Did He really want her to answer it? Was this a test? She couldn't! How could He ask her to embarrass herself? How could she refuse? Was she not worthy of. "If it's ok with you, I'mjust going to do what I think is best, so you don't get a mirror.Otherwise, you'll start telling me what to do, and we wouldn't wantthat, would we?" she said."No, we certainly wouldn't," I said. She began applying foundation witha sponge, and soon a few people gathered around to watch the man in thedress getting made up. She moved on to the eyes, applying a base powderand some colors on the lid and in the crease, being careful to keep thecolors themselves."Well looky. Mere chacha chachi se bahut sex karte the. Unka ek hi room tha or jab bhi mai kisi kam se waha rukta tha to chacha or chachi neeche sote the or raat ko chudai karte theOr mai chachi ki siskariya sunta rehta tha, jissse mera bhi man chachi ko chodne ka hota tha. Aaj jab mai chachi k ghar pahucha to 2 baj rahe the or maine chachi ko pranam kiya. Fir chachi ne ghar k halchal puchhe, darasal meri chachi thoda chalu kism ki hai isliye mujhe vo pasand nahi thi meri bas unke sareer me dilchaspi thi..