Ek din jab me bhabhi ko nahatey dekh raha tha to bhabhi ne mujhe dekh liya aur soor mecheny lagi me dar gaya aur wah se bhag gaya. Par usi din raat ko...8 bajey bhabhi ne mujhe apney ghar bolaya aur pochha ki to mujhe kyo nahatey dekh raha tha to mene sabsey paheley purey ghar ko dekha to ghar par koi nahi tha phir meney bhabhi se puchha ki ghar par bhai nahi hai aur aap key bachchey kaya hai tab bhabhi ne kaha ki yah sab humari kisi reletive ki shadi me gai hai aur kal subah 12 baje tak gaigey. Eigentlich wollte Saskia drumherumreden, aber sein Blick sagte alles. Also schwenkte sie ihre Strategie sofort um. „Ich weiß, ich habe Mist geschrieben, aber ich möchte die Arbeit dennoch bestehen. Dafür werde ich alles tun. Alles!“ Sie wunderte sich, wie fest ihre Stimme dabei war. Jetzt kam alles auf Peterson an. Wie würde er reagieren? Würde er den Moralapostel spielen? Saskia biss sich auf die Lippen. Peterson musterte sie überlange, dann stand er auf. Er kam näher. Saskia schaute ihn an.. She made herself comfortable on the bed sitting and leaning back against the headboard. She spread her legs so that her pussy was easily visible through the split in the panties…in fact she made sure by reaching down and pulling the sides of the opening well way from her pussy. Pleased with herself she watched the door in anticipation of what was about to come. Across the hall in her son’s room Brian laid on his back in his bed, sheets pushed back, cock sticking straight up and aching,. She was thinking about how nice it felt and that she envied me for being able to feel like this every morning. Kendi was now fully awake and enjoying the wonderful feeling and then it hit her. She had to pee. She realized that this was how I felt each morning. The urge was huge. She wondered how I held out so long. It came to her that my love for her was stronger than the urge to pee.It also came to her that the urge had a particular outcome. If she didn’t get to the bathroom, she was going to.