Let me first introduce myself and my bhabhi to you. I am Sameer (fake) 25years old, 5.10″ tall guy slim built and working in a stock firm.My bhabhi ...hikha(fake) is well maintained 33 year old lady with the body to die for and one that can give those 20 something girls a run for their money.I stay with my brothers house or should I say with my bhabhi as my brother is out of town for more than half of the months due to his work commitments.It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and bhabi was not at home. As the wave of pain passed over her, she relaxed and smiled as he pushed in further, driving his girth into her inner core. Soon his shaft was embedded 2/3 of its length into her pussy and would go no more, he started to stroke in and out as Reshma pushed a pillow under the small of her back, opening her legs wider to make her pelvis bigger. Each stroke took him further and further in, till he was nailing her with his pelvic bone. She matched his movement’s stroke for stroke, like a boa. Hunter came back into the room."That looks very nice John... good job!"I blushed a little at her compliment. "Thanks Mrs. Hunter. Actually it was fun." I looked at her standing in the doorway staring at me. "Is there anything wrong Mrs. Hunter?" Oh... oh no... no nothing at all John. Look honey I was thinking that you've been so helpful the past couple of Saturdays that maybe I could do something nice for you. How about we go over to my home and I'll fix you a nice lunch? How does that. "I mean, they plummeted at first, then recovered. MyGPA wasn't hurt too badly. I've always found classes easy. Maybefocusing on schoolwork helped dull some of the pain. Sure, some of mysubjects shuffled around-I became better at English and worse at Math-but I did enough to graduate." And here you are." And here I am." I wouldn't feel guilty, Simone," said Jase. He called me Simone, justlike everyone else. I was used to it now."Guilty about what?" About Simone's death, I mean, the ORIGINAL.