Pr ek hafte tk chachi ne koi response nhi dia .Fir ek hafte baad bde chacha or chachi meri dadi ka eyes ka operation krvane k liye mere mom dad k pass...delhi chle gye or apne bete ko jo 9 saal ka h choti chachi k paas chod gye.Mein b dukhi ho gya ki chachi hath se nikal gyi.Fir mene socha ki ab choti chachi ko to chodunga hi.Ab mein unke ghr rehne lg pdaMere chote chacha mere dada g ki shop ko hi smbhalte hai or bo din bhar bhi rehte hai .Thode din unke ghar rehne k baad mujhe lga ki chachi or. She gave me a surprised look. “Thank you for asking, but no, I’m on the Pill.” She then said, “Most guys don’t ask.”“You should know by now, I’m not most guys.”She ran her hands across her breasts, shivering, and said breathily, “I figured that out already. I thought I was going to be teaching you, but boy did I have that wrong! Who taught you?”“A friend.”“Who was she? I didn’t know you had been dating anyone.”I just shook my head. “I don’t kiss and tell or do anything and tell. I have had. Maybe he would meet someone out there, maybe he wouldn’t. As he was queuing at the till in Waitrose, Tom saw the edge of Cosmopolitan poking from behind a copy of Heat. The word ‘Princess’ caught his eye. He pulled it out and gasped when he saw Zofie’s photo on the front. Underneath her photo it read, ‘Zofie Vladislava, Europe’s most eligible Princess?’ He looked at the photo, those beautiful eyes and that figure. “Sir! Excuse me Sir!” “Oh… ummm yes sorry, I was just.” “Beautiful isn’t she?”. He wanted to take it out and give it a good stroking, but he didn't dare.Joan returned with a glass in each hand, the ice clinking as she walked. Her hips rolled under the thick robe and her breasts bounced with each step. Peter could see most of her tits because she hadn't pulled the robe closed at the top. She handed him a glass and went back to her place on the couch.She crossed her legs again, letting the robe fall away as it had done before. It opened almost to the skimpy bikinis, the only.