”Swati “mein abhi sirf apne top me hoon.”Mein “sachi? Aur shorts?”Swati “wo to kabka nikal diya jab meine garmi lagne ki baat ki.”Ab mei... use adha nanga sochkar zor zor se hila raha tha fir message kiya “aur panty?”Swati “ ha ha ha! Wo to mein kabhi pehanti nahi tumhe to pata hi haina ha ha ha!”Mein “to ab kyat um bhi muth marogi?”Swati “haan par baad me, chalo ab me chalti hoon time dekho kya hua.”Mein “kyu ayse ab mat jao yaar.”Swati “chalo chalo bhaWo bas hmmmm, aaj itna sunte hi mera hath. Ang's mom, Erika, had driven from upstate the previous morning, along with John, her second husband, for the ceremony. When they met, Paul could see the questioning look in her eyes. After a pleasant afternoon, sitting and getting to know one another, Ang asked Paul to show John around the bar and club. An hour later after having a couple of beers at the bar, they returned to the apartment. Angel and her mother were sitting at the kitchen table chatting over a cup of tea.Paul couldn't quite put. He lays me down and then gently lies on top off me. He slowly unhooks the front fastening bra and licks and sucks on my nipples. That feels so wonderful. He works his way down and helps me off with the panties. He slowly pulls them down my legs caressing them as he goes. Finally they are off. He kisses the insides of my legs on the way back up and I gently spread my legs for him. He settles between my legs. He reaches over to the nightstand and pulls a tube from the top drawer. I take the tube. Aur bole – sangeeta ye pi lo…Aaj tumhe bhi takat ki zarurat he….Mai..Halki kaap rahi thi…Doodh pikar unhone mujhe bed par baithaya…Aur mere paas baith kar bole – dekho aaj se tum meri wife ho…Meri har ichcha puri karogi…Har baat manogi…Wada karo….Ji…Mai wada karti hu….Tum mujhse kuch bhi puch sakti ho…Kabhi bhi…Aur tum meri dost bankar rahogi…Ji..Jaisa aap kahe….Dekho tum meri gulaam ya dasi nahi ho….Par tum mere samne puri open mind hokar rah sakti ho…Aji….Unki baato se me normal hone lagi…Mai.