” I said. She chuckled, “toh kiski intezar h?”I almost grabbed her boobs with my hands, squeezing them like people do when making dough. Uuuhhh ...�� She sighed out a little moan. I just started unbuttoning her blouse. To my surprise, under her blouse, her puffy fairly milky boobs were confined to another tight black bra that seemed too small to cover them.“C’mon bhabhi, you’re lying. They must be 36 or 38.” I grabbed them and rubbed my nose in the midriff to feel how sensuous they were. The. What's happening?" I managed to speak."The people that love you are here to see you get your new favorite toy." On that note she held up a set of car keys and dropped them into the hand I automatically extended in response to her gesture. She also leaned in and gave me a significant kiss."What do you mean?" I looked at the keys to the Jaguar in total disbelief. One thought I had was how anybody could be so cruel as to tease me with this mechanical wonder? I looked into Melissa's eyes, but all I. When we got to the hotel, Alan and I both headed to his designated room. I had my own room, but if we didn’t have partners with us, we usually just stayed in Alan’s. We both needed a shower, so we quickly tossed off our clothes and climbed into the shower stall together. It was a good sized stall, with tile walls on two sides and clear glass walls on the other two sides. As we stepped under the water streaming from the shower head, I grabbed a bar of soap and lathered up Alan’s dangling shaft,. Dad was playing the pissed-off jokester, for example, "We've been beaming my family's well-known mind-control powers to DC, ordering the President to do something intelligent for a change. But either DC is out of our range or the President's intelligence is so low that even after we increase it he still seems stupid. Our daughter Donna's horse has learned to open its gate though, so it seems easier to increase the intelligence of dumb beasts than dumb Presidents."Mom was playing the concerned.