This is a real story which i am writing for readers to enjoy and the real thing happens my senior was very busy person I use to visit his house in the...same colony where I reside and generally I use to take dinner almost every day his wife who was very attractive with perfect figure with big boobs and solid structure and sharp features doesn’t look like the mother of two daughtersWhenever I use to get a chance I would touch her but she never mind it and this continued for some time I changed my. J she was 15yo and myself D 17yo we both went too the same school.While we were attending high school we would play sport's..Basketball,Netball,Touch Football etc But the best we both like is Swimming sport's..J was a awsome swimmer i would wacth her win her racer's..Be her Support team lol.i was very proud of her..She would glance's at me an smile an a crazy wave lol.it was her way of sayn hey thanks for comming an supporting me D I glance and gave her a hug and said thats what Girlfriends. I have important business with this man."Behind the counter is an older man--balding, with a short white beard. He looks up from the mug he was wiping clean, but struggles to do so. His vision halts at her midriff, and then again at her firm, round breasts almost reaching out towards him. Finally, like it's a challenge in itself, he looks to her beautiful face instead."Oh... Oh! Yes. The ERO Dungeon. We call it that because it's an Extremely Risky Obstacle in the way of our village's expansion.. Jerry’s younger brother Bob was the bass player. He was a very intense person, being known to stop a bar fight with just a stare. Plus, Bob stood nearly seven feet tall and could bench press six hundred pounds. Bob didn’t say much, he let his bass talk for him.The final person on stage was Jeremiah, the drummer. He was a little guy; he barely stood five feet four inches tall and thin as a rail, but strong as an ox. Drummers have a reputation for being wild and crazy, and Jeremiah used to.