I didn’t know what to expect. The first time I knew dad had a second wife was a year ago when he sent a wedding card. Obviously, I didn’t go. I ha... simply called my brother to confirm it’s true. The old Mercedes was sent to pick me up. Dad was really happy to see me and introduced me to his wife. She was 30, 5’5”, slim and fair. Unlike high society ladies of Delhi, she wore a salwar suit and had a braid that almost touched her hip. She said, “You don’t have to call me mom, you can just call me. “Kevin, please I’ve told you before, please call me Brenda, and besides, really I am a Ms now...” “Sure Mrs....Ops sorry Brenda...It’s just you know, like you being John’s mum, it sort of seems well, like, disrespectful...like.” “Why’s that then, because I am a frumpy old women?” “No, no way man, all the guys think you’re a....” and tailed off into embarrassed silence, a blush quickly spreading over his face. “All the guys think I’m…?” Kevin’s blushed even deepened and mumbled something.. Aunt Barbara leaned up on her elbows and let her have it all at once, holding nothing back."GIVE IT UP OR I'LL CRACK YOUR DAMN SKULL!" Auntie Barbara howled.Aunt Linda's mashed face was a mask of terror and pain as she vainly pounded Aunt Barbara's scissoring thighs. The younger aunt now reintensified her scissoring effort, dropping her ass to the floor and thrashing up with her hips, ramming her muscular thighs harder into her scissored sister's skull. Aunt Linda was crying in agony now and. Uske jane k baad maine bahut kosis ki ki kamrah khul jaye par wo nahi khula mere kapde b wahan nahi thai ,muje kuch shuj nahi raha tha ki kya karun,,,thodi der k baad darwaja fir khula or usne ander aa kar darwaja band kar diya,,,,plzzzz muje jane do,main tumhare aagay hath jodti hun,,,main b tumhare agaye hath jodta hun plzz meri baat maan lo to tumeh b bahut maja ayega nahi to maine to maja le hi lena hai,,kehte huye wo meri taraf bada ,main puri nangi thi or saram se mari jaa rehi.