Varna tu har bar meri chut ki yahi halat karega.. Hum dono hasne lage.. Fir me vaha se nikal gaya.. Or 3-4 din bad usko yaad kar ke roj raj ko biwi ko...chodta or biwi ko bhi pagal kar deta..Fir 3-4 din bad bhabhi ka dopahar me fon aya ke kya kar rahe ho free ho to ajao ghar chai nasta karne ..Mene bola nahi bhabhi abto ful thali hi khaunga . Chai naste me man nahi he … bhabhi boli are aa to ja fir dekhte he ki chai pani hota he ya fir full dish .. Darasal us din muje chutti thi to me bhi chala. "What" I asked, looking at her little boney frame wearing my old yellow shorts and the matching top."Cousin Hap is coming over tommorow! Hes gonna do some yard work for Granny" she laughed.I sighed "So what!" What do you mean so what? Thought you liked him?" she had a puzzled look on her face."Yes I do, but not as much as YOU KNOW WHO!" I grinned."That cute White boy? You know Granny won't allow it. Nobody will. I even heard his pappy don't like his dating anything but solid white" Janie said,. She recoiled from that jarring contact and might have stumbled backward against the television if Sam Slade's strong arms and hands had not shot out, seizing her tightly by the shoulders to hold her upright, then tugging her back tightly against him. He sighed as the soft mounds of her youthful breasts flattened provocatively against his broad, muscular chest.Jennifer stood with eyes downcast for a long moment, and then she risked a glance upward at the teacher's face. She was frightened of him. Slowly, with great deliberation, he slides the blade down the neck of her tee-shirt, cutting down between her full breasts. Carefully he slips it beneath her bra, peeling back the fabrics until her tits are exposed, luminous in the darkness, nipples contracting in the chill air. He touches them lightly with the flat of the blade, amused at her writhing. Next he cuts through the thin cloth of her shorts, shucking them away to lie on the earth floor. Kneeling down, he yanks her shoes and socks.