. Deti hu..Aare ek baat batana vul gai..Me- paresan hoke…kya??????Maa- aare tera friend ka phone aaraha tha. Tu so raha tha to me pick up karne ke l...ye othaya tha. To hath se girgaya aur cell tut gaya. Sry beta…Me thuda sant hua. Mujhe thuda Japan aai..Me-its OK maa… Koi baat nehi..Maa – hmm.. Kansi cell chahiye bol me aaj mangawa dungi.Me- me lelunga na.. Cell kahapar rakha hai.Maa- draw par hai..me – me dekhta hu.Jake dekha to heran ho gaya. Mera phone tuta nehi tha balki tuda gaya tha. Mujhe. Men dekha wahan koi esi chez na thi jo bicha saken mujhe jharo dikha men ne kaha isay farh pe maro usne mara or men usay pakar ke late gaya.men uske mathe ko choma.ankhon ko choma nak ko choma galon ko choma or phir kiss karne laga wo bhi karne lagi is doran wo hath kabhi meri kamar pe kabhi balon men to kabhi peth pe pherti rahi or mera ek hath uske mummo ko or dosra uski chot ko sehlata raha.5 min bad men uski tho ri ko choma left side gardan pe bite lene laga kunke men parha th larki is se. They were in the bedroom now and as I stepped closer to the door I could hear the carnal sounds of their naughty parts slamming together. I heard him clearly telling my lover how tight she was and a tremor took me over when I heard her tell him to please stretch her horny fucking pussy.My hot lover was saying that dirty stuff to this other guy that she usually said to me. I couldn't take it anymore. I stepped to the bedroom doorway and just stared at this well-muscled and fit male with his . It was all there inside of my head, laid out all neat and orderly. I knew what Dad’s answer was.And then, slowly, he nodded.And I nodded too!And then I wondered if I’d answered the same question Dad had!Liz licked her lips and squeezed my hand. She looked earnestly at Dad.“The thing that Bec has, is it the same?” She took a big breath.“Does Bec have Lambrecht’s Syndrome?”Everything inside of me froze.I looked at Dad.He looked at me.And then, slowly, he nodded.Dad was saying something in the.