Jo main aaj karib 7 saal baad aap sab ko bta hoon. Toh ab se ye kahani meri wife Renu ki jubani.Maine jese hi MBA puri kari tabhi mujhe Mumbai ki ek c...mpany se job ka offer mil gya. Main ek chhoti aur poor family se hoon, isliye ye kharab sun kar mere papa mummy khushi se jhum uthe.Unki ankho me khushiyia aaj bhi mujhe yaad aati hai. Papa mummy dono mujhe Mumbai bhejane ke liye tyar nhi the. Kyoki main ek chhote se gaon me rehti thi. Par papa ke school ka ek dost jo mummy me rehta tha.Jab usse. I even went over to the gym, worked out and spent plenty of time in the hot tub and ice treatment to stop the swelling.I was bruised from the top of my left shoulder across both boobs and my upper stomach and hip. The shoulder strap and seatbelt had done a number on me.I drove one of the unmarked cars to KCC and was doubly cautious. I did stop and pick up several different papers at the new 7-11. The front page of all of them was about the accident. There were statements from Jeff's family and. I pointed the bike out to the waitress. I know it was silly but I was always proud of my bikes. Even though they were all bruised and rusty.After dinner I just reversed everything and found myself home again. I pushed, pulled, and lifted the bike into my storage room. It would rest there through the night. I stopped in the kitchen just long enough to make a glass of diet coke before climbing the stairs to my den. On my way to the upstairs den, I walked right by the TV. Since it wasn't time for. He carried off his feminine side sowell. His small boobs certainly helped a lot, but those legs tucked underher, encased so sexily in white stockings and sissy anklets and, yes theyreally were stockings as I could see the edges of her garter belt peekingout from under her short skirt. They were so sexy and so appealing.Jeez....what was I thinking? My own son was turning me on. And it didn'thelp that looking at his stockings and garter belt reminded me of what Ihad on beneath my slacks. My penis.