Evan was a thirteen-year-old boy that lived a couple houses down from me on my street. He had silky brown hair and beautiful brown eyes that could mel... away anyone's heart. His skin was golden from playing in the sun, and his smile brought warmth to those that saw it. Since the day I moved to that neighborhood, I could not take my eyes off him. One day, he appeared at my door asking if he could come inside. He was wearing a Detroit Lions cap, a gray tee-shirt, and a pair of tight-fitting black. Zetsa was a well respected cultivator. She, her husband and children were anxious due to the domineering black suited men and women that brought them here. Knowing that shortly there will be an expert they could rely on made them feel comforted in this perplexing situation.“Uncle Marco, big sister Zetsa really coming?” The boy who was thirteen or fourteen asked. Other than sharing the same current sentiment as his mother, Zetsa was an object for admiration to all the members of the family,. So coming to the story mai abhi 1mahine phale gaon gaya tha dec me bht jaada thand thi tho meri mausi ki ladki bht kaafi hot hai or hum dono k bechme masti chalti rehti hai like yaha waha hath lagana mai uske personal parts pe cmnt krta hu and usse bht aacha lagta hai and vho muje like bhi krti hai kaafi had tak tho ek sham sab humare ghar k bahar baith k aag sekh rahe they or mai or meri mausi ki ladki priya hum dono chat pe they hum dono hi mast kr rhe they kahi bar hum krte mai uske boobs pe. She took a small piece of it and fed into my mouth first and then inserted a piece in her mouth. She repeated the same for the second time and as she was doing it, she spread the cream of the cake all over my cheeks. As if avenging, I too did the same to her. She caught my hand and licked all the cream spread along my fingers and did not spare my cheeks even. She licked every inch of my cheek to clear all the cream from my face.I could not keep quiet and pulled her put both my arms around.