34-28-32 colour bilkul unke dudh ke tarah gora…Jisko dekh har kisi ke lund me hulchal ho jaye…..Mere mausi ke ghar mere ghar se thodi hi dure pe h...i….Or unke ghar me mausi or mausa unke mom dad hi hai…Jinki tabiyat hamesa kharab rehthi hai…Or ghar kafi bada hai….Hum kabhi kabhi milte rehte hai……Ye story 1 saal phele ki hai…..Garmi ka mausam tha….Mausa ji kam ki silsile se pure ek month ke liye bahar ja rahe the…Or…Unhone mere ghar walo ko bola diya sam ko unke ghar pe rehne ki liye…Hum ek hi. Needless to say, they got soaked. I moaned out loud when I came, as loud as I dared. Jitu’s room was next to mine, and I found myself half hoping that he could hear me through the wall. The next morning, after making my bed, I took a deep breath and made my decision. I left the red thong (still damp and reeking of my sex) sitting on the top sheet of my bed. I got a piece of paper and a pencil and left a note next to them: Jitu-I KNOW WHAT YOU’VE BEEN DOING-AAll day at school I thought and. "I stayed. Apart from feeling weak and still shaking, he had wrapped me so tightly in that bath sheet that I was almost mummified.He used antiseptic cream on my minor injuries and covered the larger cuts with plasters. He treated the gash on my left breast with a pad and strapping, holding it in place with a sling like a single sided halter around my neck. I was an unresisting heap, still not wholly aware of who or where I was. All I did know was that I slightly resented his casual handling of. She sadly said "I know."She directed me to her tent and I took her inside to place her on her cot to rest. Before I could leave she said "Could you stay with me for a little while please?" "Ok" I replied. She was sitting up on her cot and had me sit beside her. She wrapped her arms around my neck again and I reciprocated by holding her in a warm embrace. She then gave me one of those curl-your-toes kisses that I cannot resist. While we were kissing she grabbed my hand and placed it on her.