Me: rajAunty: khula he ander aake darwaja band kardoMe: okBedurm ke taraf niklaAunty nighty me leti thi or bechnsi hi rahi thi.Me: kya hua apkoAunty: ...era badan dard kar raha he..Me: apne gili khaiAunty: ha,khai par muze koe frq nahi pada.Kya tum mera badan daba doge thoda.Me: ha..(manme laddu fut rahe the)Aunty: or mene oil ki shisi se oil nikal ke hat pe lagaya or pero ki malish chalu ki.Dhire dhire unko acha lag raha tha but vo alg se awaj nikal rahi thi jo ke sex ka ishar kar rahi thiAunty:. "We need alwaysworry about staining our sexy undies and unmentionables." she finishedwith a flourish of soft spoken words.As the duo were closing in on the ladies room, Mockie, could hear andfeel the squish, squish of her used up rag as her sympathetic monthly,flow caused her rag to be full beyond belief. "Good golly, sis," shewhispered, "my rag is full of my nasty, bloody, menses."Harley, hearing her little sister, speak in such wicked terms, thoughtto herself. "That's right little sis, let. “Do you, Sarah, take this man, Gavin, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, cuckold, and instruct, for better or for worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” the officiator choked back a giggle at that part.It was especially tough to keep a straight face while at a private estate at a very intimate wedding where the groom stood there in nothing but a Chippendale bow tie, a spiked collar with a leash held. “No, Andrew is far smarter than I am,” I laugh as I put my arm around him. He tenses up as her eyes fall upon him. Her expression changes from giddy anticipation to a look a girl would give to a puppy. Not exactly what I was hoping for.“Aww, he’s adorable,” she says. “You know, you’d be so perfect for my social experiment.”“Oh, Bec, don’t!” Sarah says.“Aww, come on Sarah. You know he’d look so good.”I raise an eyebrow as Becca grabs Andrew’s hand and pulls him behind her. “Come, you need to.