“Verma Ji. Namaste. Aiye… andar aiye,” maine muskurate hue bola.“Namaste, Sheela Ji. Kaisi hai aap?” Verma Ji ne pucha.“Ji main achchi hun...” Maine haste hue kaha. “Aap kya lenge, chai ya thanda?”“Ji main apna kiraya lunga,” Verma Ji ne saaf shabdo mein jawab diya.Unka jawab sunke mujhe koi herani nahi hui. Akhir mujhe kiraya diye 3 mahine ho chuke the.“Verma Ji. Abhi paise ki thodi kami hai. Apko toh pata hi hai mere pati aur saas-sasur ki haal hi mein maut hui hai. Ghar mein koi kamane wala. It was distracting me and I had to think. I ran to the closet to get my robe or something, and I realized the clothes in the closet weren't mine, at least not the clothes that were hanging in my closet 30 minutes ago. These clothes would fit the man I saw in the mirror. Part of me was still refusing to admit the guy in the mirror was me. Grabbing a terry cloth robe that barely covered my thighs, I went downstairs to the living room. I wanted to get my purse. My purse was not on the table. The Chosar hadn’t been intended as slaves; they’d originally been created as a symbol of the alliance between the two races. The agility, quickness of mind, and elder magic of the elves; the strength, inventiveness, and arcane magic of the humans. It was the humans and elves who’d named them Chosar, the people.But then the Second Demon War had begun. Their creators had remembered fear, and they’d sent their children to fight in their place. That had been their undoing. By the end of the war,. Her sister continued to spray the whipped cream over her body, now on her naked thighs. Babs moaned, thinking that those spurts were like the spurts of pussy-juice pouring out from her aroused cunt.She continued to pull and stroke her clit, feeling her pussy grow wetter with her own cunt-juices. She spread her legs wider, lost in lust. She heard Jake's excited whimpers and her own moans, and she rubbed her clit harder.Madge sprayed a glob of whipped cream directly onto her sister's pussy-slit..