I open the frontdoor, and scour the front yard for the morning paper. We have highwalls and gates, so I don't really give our neighbors a show. That...aid, Mistress Roberts from across the street, has two teenage daughtersthat have a room on the third floor, they are constantly photographingmy outfits and posting them on-line, with the most snarky comments. .Unfortunately two of our gardeners are unloading their equipment andbegin cat calling me with all sorts of terrible words, like. Ab mai story pe aata hun mera frnd Sachin ko mai ghar leke aaya aur mummy se intro karaya vo meri mummy ko dekhta rehgaya , ham log baat kar rahe the tab bhi vo mummy ko.hi dekh raha tha ye maine notice kiya . Sachin aunties ka bahut dewana hai aur maine aur usne kai auntyan chodi hai , per mujhe nahi lagta tha ki uski nazar meri mummy pe bhi hogi , ab vo regularly mere ghar aane laga aur mummy ke saath friendly hone laga kai baar to vo mere nahi rehne pe bhi aata tha , ek din mujhe sachin. “We just thought you might like to be aware,” added his wife, “that in fact you’re not the only family in this county with an obviously unconventional domestic arrangement.”“Not at all,” he agreed, “in fact, I could name at least ten other households just inside the town alone that have rather complicated sleeping arrangements. Another ten, at least, including other outlying rancher families.”“At least ... and there hasn’t been a stoning, lynching or barn burning yet,” she emphasized, reaching. “So what do we do?” “For now lets go study together.” “Yes! I haven’t been able to look at my books all day.” They got up, deposited their trays, and headed towards the library. Kate was crying as she came back to her room later afternoon. She and Sarah had not been able to study at all. They had simply both sat their flustered staring at their books while their pussies raged. They had not been able to help each other at all as lewd images of Baker raced through their minds. In the end they had.