Unhone sath mein apni nightie le li aur chacha wahi bed par baithe hue the.Main bikul mummy ke room ke peechhe ki gali mein khada tha jaha se sab saaf...saaf dikh raha tha. Chacha bed par let ke phone par baat kar rahe the. Kuch der ke baad mummy nahakar aa gayi. Woh white nightie mein thi. Unki nighty bahut transparent thi. Jisme se unki panty aur bra saaf dikh rahi thi. Mummy ke baal poore binghe hue the.Chacha ke muh se awaaz nikli, “Aaahhh bhabhi! kya lag rahi ho.” Uske baad chacha mummy ke. The room was cavernous, or it would have been were it not filled to the brim with clothes. Three decks of low shelves housed myriad shoes. Scarves, hats, and bangles hung on platforms dangling from the vaulted ceiling. At eye level there were half a dozen racks for outfits, a single rack for jeans alone. “Wow,” Claire gasped, taking a moment to come to grips. “I don't think I've seen this much clothing in my life. I mean, like, all the clothes I've ever seen combined.” “It's a hell of a. Simpson put a notebook in front of him. 'Write it all down and give me a list of everyone who was at that party. And I mean every one, if you leave just one out, you lose you deal."Simpson motioned me out of the room. He met me in the hall. "Now we have something to go at the sister with," Simpson said. "Call her, see if she will come down. If she won't, we will pick her up for questioning. We can change her with impeding any investigation if nothing else." She'll come in if we don't tell her. These got more and more sexy until there was a long pause from the lady in ? thinking I had over stepped the mark I sent a text apologising, the reply stunned me, it was, Fuck I'm gonna shag your brains out Mr R.... Well what can you say!!!! I replied err ok. Now we live at opposite ends of the country so this was a problem. But my work takes me all over the country(trucker) and as it happened the following week the lady had to go on a course which meant her being away from home for a couple of.