Mujhe kisi ne uss raat ke baare mein likhne ke liye nhi kaha jb mummy raju aur aunty ke ghar ruki thi, so uss part ko mein skip kar raha hu. Agar aage...mujhe vo part likhne ke liye aap log kahenge, toh mein usse “Side story-1” ke naam se add kar dunga. Filhaal mein aage badh raha hu..Toh abhi tak aapne dekha ki subah raju ke ghar jaakar meine dekha ki bohot hi ghamasaan chudayi chal rahi thi, mummy strapon pehen kar aunty ko chod rahi thi aur raju piche se mummy ki gaand baja raha tha. Scene ko. I knew what I needed to do. I had to follow you to your next destination. We would bump into eachother and you would recognize me from the mall. That would be my chance.I followed you guys. I know, I sound like a stalker, but you have to understand, when I want something, I ALWAYS get what I want. Problem was, you didnt go to another store. I followed you for 30 minutes until finally you guys pulled up to a house. You got out and grabbed your stuff and went in. I parked my car enough at a. You comment on the feel of the velvet. Something about velvet, silk and no panties. We pass through the heavily treed park, the antique streetlights reflect off the wet street. You reach around to me and kiss me full on the lips. I wrap my arms around you and pull you tighter to me. Our tongues intermingle and seem to dance to some unknown music, but choreographing each movement together as if we have kissed a million times before. I run my hand down the small of your soft smooth back and you. Man of my friend says me – bhai iski nazar teri behen ki gand or bobo pr hi rehti h.. N in a funny way I use to tell them – bc vo to tum logo ki bi rhti h. N we use to laugh together.After some time Aftab used to share the same bench with my sister. He was also good at studies. They both used to study together, talk together and roaming together during the break time. He sometimes used to touch my sister’s back, shoulder, thigh and even sometimes her butt but my sister didn’t say anything to.