-Hey boy, you are not grown enough to order me around, if you have something to say then say it.-Yes, I have something to say, I know everything! Swea... was dripping from my forehead; my voice was trembling like I was a little girl. -What!? What are you talking about?Although she was trying to look calm I noticed the change in her voice and that revived my confidence.-I know everything, I said again; You are acting cold towards us because you cheat on dad am I right?-T-there is no such thing,. . Mai bola nahi chachi..Fir boli theek h to lo dekh lo…or apne haath faila k let gyi.. Maine dhire se unki nyt dress ko khola wow kya chhati thi or red colur ki panty or bra me thi aunty maine fir dhire se bra ko b utaar diya haayeeee inne gore boobs mai ghayal sa ho gya or mera lund khada ho gya… Aunty ne dekh liya wo boli aree ye kya dekho ye khada ho gya.. Kyu ise tang kar rahe ho laao bahr nikaal du… Mai chachi k paas apne godo pe khada ho gya unhone meri lower utaar di fir under wear ko. She was a beautiful girl and she was looking so cute and innocent that at the moment I made my mind that I’m going to fuck that cutie.After two or three days Payal start working at our home and I was very happy to have such a cute servant. But very soon I was disappointed because she even didn’t notice me.And I was not getting any opportunity to talk with her alone. But one day I got chance. I was alone at my home but I failed again. I tried many things to get closer to her and also tried to. “FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!”“What are you doing,” Phillipa asked.Maurice knelt before her wife, hands sliding up the prime minister's red-brown pants to her fly. Phillipa gasped. Her hands shot down, trying to stop her wife from unfastening her fly. But Maurice was deft and skilled. She ripped down her wife's pants, exposing Phillipa's plain, white panties.“Oh, what boring knickers you wore to greet President Woodward,” Phillipa said. “You should have worn that cute, gray pair with the pink.