Sardi ka time tha or rat ko khana khake hum sone ja rahe the..Mein , didi or dadi 1 hi rum m so rahe the… Us rum m 2 charpai thi , dadi boli ki 1 pe... tum dono so jao or or 1 pe mein so jati hun. Mujhe mzaa aa gya qki dadi nai janti thi mere andar kya chal rha h.. Hum or didi 1 hi rajai m sone k liye chale gye… Didi mjhe baccha hi samajhti thi or m b didi ko bahut innocent smjhata tha, so bat yahan tak thik thi.Aage ye hua ki mein jis karvat se so rha tha didi ne apne hath piche se age lake mjhe. “What the hell are you doing here?” I screamed at the large black man who had just stepped through the broken window.“You got me fired, you fucking slut!” Jarome screamed.I yelled, “Get out, get out, get out !!” Then he grabbed me. Chapter ThreeBryan’s Story.After the unexpected, unreasonable and unjustified arguments started by Janice, I decided to talk to my dad about the situation. My father referred me to a friend of his, who told me that my wife was likely having an affair. I actually. I did not force her. I reached my apartment in the same state with my t-shirt and half-pints in my hands. I thought I had lost the opportunity. I entered the apartment, only to hear the doorbell after I shut the door. I opened to find her again. She told that she had lost the apartment keys in the rain rush and had to wait till her parents arrive.I had an ear to ear smile hearing that and I suggested her to use my rest room to get dry. She obliged. I then changed my underwear but remained in. He surfaced and told me that it was cool but refreshing after a long drive.Reluctantly I removed my clothes as Jerry watched me closely. Actually I was just teasing him. I had always dreamed of my brother as my lover. It was perfect, he complimented my nice breasts, he complimented my nicely trimmed pussy, and as I went back for a running start like he had he complimented me on my nice ass too. He told me that I was a perfect ten and that none of the girls that he had ever been out with could.