Hum dono drawing room mein baith k tv dekh rehe they. Jaise hi maine usko chocolate di wo jhoom uthi or usne mere ko fir se hug kia or thank you bhaiy... bola or kitchen mein chali gyi. Uske baad wo dinner ki tyaari krne lagi.Or main sofey pe baith kar plan krne laga ki kaise is chance ka poora fiyada uthau or isey ki jwaani ka sukh lu. Main roshni ko chodne ke khwaabo mein itna kho gya ke mujhe pta hi ni chala kab roshni khana le k aa gyi or usne mujhe bulaya bhaiya kaha kho gye. Abb main usey. I was so excited, I felt like I was going to burst. We kissed and made out like that for a few minutes, hardly speaking, and just exploring each other's mouths, almost instinctively, because neither of us had any experience in this type of thing. Over that time, we manoeuvred ourselves into a position where I was lying on my left side, with my back against the back of the couch, and Tina was lying on her right, pressed up against me. We had our arms around each other, and I could feel her. And besides, at the moment, I was imagining the sight of my skinny, seventeen-year-old daughter masturbating her pussy. In my mind, I imagined she shaved. It just seemed the natural way for a skinny girl to keep her pubic mound.Aimee suddenly looked uncomfortable. Her hands fell to her lap, and she looked around dazedly. "I don' feel so goo'," she muttered. "M'tummy 'urts."I slipped my arm around Aimee's naked shoulders, gently pulled her against me. "We'll get you home soon, baby," I said. Cindy of course was not home so I came up with a plan. I would bring my small recorder with me and keep it in my pocket during our conversation. This way Cindy and Ron could hear exactly what his wife had to say and what she knew. I walked into the dark little bar and noticed a cute little blonde woman, with red eyes from crying, sitting at a table. It had to be her as the only other people in the bar were three older men sitting at the bar itself. I walked over and introduced myself and sat.