.maine apne muh pe ek kapada baandha aur ghar me sbke kamre me ek line se spray krta rha…. Kareeb 15 se 20 min me ghar ke saare log shaant ho gye..m...in samaj gya ki hum aaj meri hawas ki aang bhujhne vaali hai…Main apni maal chachi ke kamre me gya unhone maroon colour ka kurta aur ek dum thight silk black ki leggin pehni hui thi.. Mai check krne ke liye zor se chillaya… Aur bed ke neeche chup gya . par koi bhi nai utha. Meri khushi ka thikaana na rha…… Mai aaram se utha or chachi ke face ke. Chapter OneUnlike Steve Martin, I wasn't born a poor little black baby but I was sureclose. You see, I was the product of a couple of sixteen year oldscuriosity. I don't know if they were in love or not but I can tell youthat after a shot gun wedding, the fun was suddenly gone.I was born a few months later to a mother that worked hard to keep herfamily going and a frustrated father that felt trapped.Well with a shortage of work and by the time I was about three or four, myfather saw his escape. . seriously?Seranni barked something at her in Elvish, and Velanna blanched, softening her tone. “My sister sickens. These delays cannot be healthy. Please.”I nodded. “I have my husband and brother’s leave to speak for them about your ... situation. No more delays, I promise. Please, follow me.”I turned and headed towards the small sitting room, trying to look confident, hoping the two would actually follow me. I heard a flurry of elvish from Seranni, obviously chastising her sister once again,. Off tile and wall, the echo of flesh quickened and audibly gained.Poor Wendy Raskin began to fret, would ever her son abstain?She shivered and tried to sink her head in suds cold as fear.When suddenly a shout echoed about and froze her neatly there."Beautiful mother, stay in my sight." He called above the whirring fan.From cabinet door, slightly ajar, she heard her child command."Sit up dear mommy and wipe those suds! Your tits I must observe." For close I am to shooting hot jism, and howl in.