Ab uncle sirf under bear me hi the . Uncle mummy ko.Baho me bhar liye or behtasa chumne lage. Uncle ka lund mummy ki chut pe chubh rah tha jise mummy ...r utejit ho gayi thi.Uncle mummy ke boobs blauj ke upar se hi chum rhe the .Uncle apne hath mummyki chodi kamar or pet pe fair rhe the.Uncle —aahhh mina ji such me tumhre under bahut aag hai.Mummy –aahhhshsh samdhi ji bujha dijiye iss aag ko.Uncle-apki aag bujhane ke liye maibkab se betab hun.Uncle–ba to humare bich kuch nhi rah phir aap ab bhi. I looked over at her. She was wearing jeans and a blouse and simply looked amazing. “Good idea!” I said.Since I had come down the stairs in shorts and a t-shirt myself, Mom decided that now was a good time to check me out for my wounds. By that time everything had healed up, but I still had some scar tissue on my legs and arms. “What happened to your leg?” she asked.“Hmm?”She pointed at my right thigh. “Your leg. What happened?”I looked down to where she was pointing. She was pointing at where. ”Marguerite stiffened and looked around, trying to spot the man. “Where is he?” she asked.It was as if the people in the room realized that the two men felt no love for each other and were afraid that violence could erupt at any moment. Slowly, the center of the hall thinned out as the crowds parted, leaving a gap between Jean and his rival.That’s when Marguerite saw him for the first time. He was much taller and better looking than she had expected. She had formed a mental image of a monster. My bro wasn’t home at that time. I welcomed her and told her that her boyfriend was out for the day. Till that point in time, I didn’t have any bad intention about her. She sat on the sofa and I sat on the chair opposite her. We were casually chatting and she was smiling in between the talks.Me: Why are you smiling?She: Nothing.After a few minutes, she again blushed and I repeated my question.She: Nothing, I am seeing something and that’s why I blushed.She again blushed. I couldn’t get what.