Omelets, sausage and buttered toast, never mind the khaki shorts, loud Hawaiian shirts, or socks and sandals. It was spring so they must be full time ...esidents but, summerfolk just the same.It takes a long time and a few winters to become 'local'. Some folks never get there.To a man, the locals were dressed in khaki pants, with pressed creases so sharp you could cut slices in the newspapers they were all reading. Starched button-down off white shirts with breast pocket protectors filled with. Mere lund khada ho gaya tha. Me bohot ghabra raha tha. Phir maine thoda shampoo usnke baalon me lagaya aur ek mug paani uske sar par dal diya. Aur phir uske baal dhone laya.Shayad chachi ko bohot maja aa raha tha to unhone mujhe unke saar ki thodi maalish kardene ko kaha. Wo bathroom me hi baithi rahi. Wo puri tarah se bhig chuki thi. Mene chachi ko kaha ki’chachi mug se baal dhone me dikkat ho rahi hai..shower chala dun’. Toh unhoge haan kar diya. Maine shower chalaya aur usne baalon ki. It was a slap in the face of a neglected wife. It was too much to bear. She sat parked in front of the house for what seemed hours before a plan emerged.Maryanne got out of the car and crept quietly up to the house. Peering through the front window she saw no signs of life. Her skin began to crawl. She walked to her Saturn and found the spare key on her key ring. It only took a minute to find the disposable camera she kept in the glove box in case of traffic accidents.As quietly as her. ”A very quick and hard yank on that hair, brought forth the properly louder, “No Sir!”I then switched tactics. I let go of her hair and ran my hand down her back, going lightly over her cuffed wrists, touching each hand very gently. I continued downward until I reached her perfect little ass, where I began to slowly rub and squeeze her perfect little cheeks as I continued to give orders.In case you were wondering, yes, I did go low enough to feel between her thighs from behind. Even though my.