Aunty ap ho hi itni khubsurat khud njre chli jati h apke uparitne me aunty kitchen me chle gyi pani laane. Mai b aunty k piche piche gya aunty pani pi...kr glass ko dho rhi thi sink pr to mai ja k aunty k piche khda ho gya aunty ki gand ko mera lund touch ho rha tha. Aunty glass k sath or b brtab saf krne lgi. Mai aunty se chipka hua tha mera lund b ap khda ho gya tha. Mai aunty k or kreeb ho gya or aunty ko hug kr li aunty ne kuch nhn kaha.maine aunty se puchamai- Aunty kya h apko kiss kr skta. ?It?s okay, I?ll stay out of her way, I promise.??Becca?s not alone,? Stuart said. ?Her whole band?s here.??All- all of them?? Jamie asked. ?Even-??ALL of them,? Stuart confirmed, leading to an awkward pause.?We?ll be there in a few minutes,? Jamie said firmly, before ending thecall and ignoring Stuart?s subsequent attempts to return her call.?...Steph?s there, isn?t she?? Charlotte asked, making Jamie once againgroan with frustration.?Yes...? Jamie sighed. ?Charlie, I-??I?ll take you there,?. My father, William Bancroft, is the polar opposite. He is 6’3′, has an average build, and wears wire frame glasses. His black hair is always slicked back. He is the quintessential, successful L.A. executive. I take after my mother in height and build as I’m only 4’7′ and slender. I have shoulder length black hair and brown eyes like a hawk, but they are almost hidden behind my glasses. The rest of my face is seemingly American in its features. My parents met when my father had a business. Obviously, I always did my best to voice such thoughts in good humour: the last thing I wanted was for Aubrey to think that I saw her as having settled for a ‘second best’ option. If there was one thing that I loved more than anything about her, it was the care that she took to never put such thoughts into my head, and her constant reminders that she looked upon me as the best thing that had happened to her in a long time. Unfortunately, I would occasionally take my self-deprecation too far –.