Dikhaio na, apko promiss yad hai na.Shahid fir phass gaya apne promise me. Usne apna coat utara. Aur phir shirts ki buttons kholne laga. Ishaan ki ank...o me chamak aa gayi. Buttons kholkar Shahid ne Ishaan ko kaha ki ye dekho.Is par ishhan bola ki shirt puri utar do na bhai. Shahid ne shirt utar kar side me rakh di. Aur Ishaan ke samne numaish ki tarah khada ho gaya. Ishann usse ghoor kar dekhne laga aage se peeche tak usne Shahid ke muscles touch kiye.Ishaan – Bhai maza a gaya kya body banai. To see and feel someone else's was a hundredtimes more intense.Ten minutes later he was knocking on Burt's uncle's door and waiting foran answer.His uncle's door. "I'm Burt," he reiterated, knowing it would help withthe memories. "He's my uncle. He's me mam's brother."That time he got another flash memory of his mother - of Burt's mother.This was great!The door opened and a sun burned weather-beaten man appeared with a barechest but braces up over his shoulders. He looked confused."Ey up Uncle. Being a virgin I almost fell to the floor with the pleasure of this happening to me for the first time-however I asked her to stand up “you no like?” she sweetly demanded but I didn’t answer I just wanted to grab her body close to me and especially feel her tits. I know it was her job but she made it seem as if she liked it, I hesitated for a seconded but then threw my head into her little round breasts like a soft cushion ,sucking them all over like a bar of chocolate. I could write for hours. " Mary-Jo exclaimed, "I got it!" Tammy rolled her eyes, pulled away from me, gestured to my pants, then stepped between me and Mary-Jo to allow me adjust myself and my pants. My heart was still pounding, and the sight of Tammy's skirt tightly wrapped around he bottom didn't calm me at all. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the conversation they had. Mary-Jo had extricated from under the far rear seat, a photo of the two of them in happier times.As they chatted, exchanging pleasant memories,.