Bat kch 3 mahine purani h. Hmari joint family h jisme 11 log rahte h .Ek din mein subah subah nahane gaya to jab wapis aya dekha koi ro raha h to mene...khidki se bahar jakh ke dekha to koi nah tha. Andar kmre mein meri dadi ro rahi thi.Jb mene mammi se pucha to unhone bataya ki mere foofa ji ki death ho gayi jo panipat mein rahte h mein bhi ye sunkar shock mein aa gaya . Baki sare member rishtedaro ko phone kar rahe the. Lagbhag 11 bje sb log panipat ke lie nikal gaye but meri chachi ke sar mein. The entire rooftop except for the small area where we were standing was a sheet of ice and rough hard packed snow. In the four inch stiletto heels that she was wearing crossing it would have been a disaster and she knew it. She was obviously considering going back down and discounted it just as fast. The cold was biting and the snow and ice was not going anywhere soon. I stepped up next to this dear woman, this lovely creature, for a moment that same brief look of confusion that she had when I. I bid the girls good night and closed the door behind them, ready to finish off the till and lock up. I checked the windows, doors, set the alarm and locked the door. “God,” I thought, “I’ll be really glad to slip into bed too.” I walked to where my car was parked and slid in. I was just starting the engine when my phone rang. “Who the fuck rings you at 12.30am?” I thought angrily. I picked up to find out.“Hi, Rana? It’s Maria. Have you left work yet?”“No, why?” I said. Maria sounded a bit. She was sitting very close to him who had one of his hand upon her left breast caressing her. She was making small squealing noises in anticipation for what going to happen. One of her hand went directly to his zipper, which she opened and took out his penis, which was quite soft at that time. The head was covered with a prominent foreskin. My wife started toeing it and played with the foreskin covering and uncovering the head. My wife was wearing a jeans and bra, he is wore a blue color jeans,.