We are the “last ones.”We are the last generation, climbing out of the depression, that can remember the winds of war and the impact of a world at...war which rattled the structure of our daily lives for years.We are also the last to remember ration books for everything from gas to sugar to lard to shoes to stoves.We saved tin foil and poured fat into tin cans for the war effort.We collected scrap iron and old clothing to support the troops.We hand mixed ‘white stuff’ with ‘yellow stuff’ to make. When she did so, I immediately forced her legs apart, mounted her and rammed my dick in her. She gasped at the suddenness of my violation, and I could see that a bit of fear had crept back into her gaze."Remember when I worked for you,, cunt?" I growled. Her breath hitched, and she began sobbing softly, clearly frightened of the power I now held over her."Y-Yes," Andrew," she started to stammer, "b-but I never meant t-to---" SHUT UP!" I bellowed, slapping her head back and forth as she screamed. I got pleasant surprise. She dressed like angel. White colour saree, blouse to my surprise bra and panties were white colour. They were transparent. Also she had jasmine lots in her hair. Sandhya aunty ready to give sex feast for me. But I m thinking about my relationship between my Nimmy. With this Sandhya Welcomes me. After my entrance into her home she immediately closed the door and locked it. She gave a kiss to my hand and gave cup of milk it added bista and baddom. When I drink that milk. She always use to complain about her family problems, one day i got tired of listening to her family problems and decided to solve it for once and for all, i gave her family a check of 35000:) all were happy, after that i really made her happy. She used to take care of me like she never used to. And that way i felt happier too. One day i had to take a day off from my college due to head ache, she quickly started pressing my head, well it was relief. While pressing my head i started gossiping.