Ab main story pe ati ho ye kahani meri or mere czn obaid ki he wo mujh se 1 sal bra he hm bachpan se hi 7 rahe ek 7 bare hue islye hm ek dosre k bohot...qarib hn or har ek bat jante hn.2 weeks pehle mere ghar wale hyderabad gae hue the mere mamo ki shadi me study ki wajah se main nahi gai or akeli ghar pe ruk gai sb ghar wale chale gaeNext day mera or mere cousin ka outing ka program bangaya hum subah 10 bje ghomne nikal gae hum hawksbay gae wo b byk pe I love byk riding obaid buht achi byk. But my brow is my fathers, my cheeks are toonarrow. I want my mother's open and willing face. I spread a thin smearof dusky rose blush from the top of my cheekbones to my ear, and blend ituntil I can barely see it. The shadows disappear, and my face is wide andround, like my mother's. I spritz myself with a with her cologne.I gloss my lips and blow dry and feather my hair until it sweeps past thecurve of my neck and settles over my shoulders. I make exceptions to the10 commandments, and to my. Perra whined from anxiety but allowed the shift to drop to his hands which Kal quickly let fall to the floor. She then pressed into his body even harder and mashed her lips to his as her heartbeat raced and her breathing sped up even more. Kal broke the kiss and held her just as tightly with one hand while the other explored her back, sides, and arms. As Perra got her breathing under control she became aware of Kal’s hardened cock pressed up against her belly, it felt huge squeezed in between. . legends ... I don’t know what you’d call it,” she said.“What kind of rumors?” I asked.She swallowed hard. “I was once told that the one born with amber would bring the end to our kind.”Everyone started asking questions at the same time. It wasn’t until they all noticed that I wasn’t asking questions that they stopped talking and turned to me.I looked at Ella again, and calmly asked, “The person who told you this, did they give any specific details as to how or why that would be?”She shook her.