So just in case it was bad weather which stopped him from replying, she Googled her favorite weather app, however, no, it was not the weather because ...he app said it was currently fine.This kept up for a few days with totally no communication and she started to worry, both for his safety, due to not knowing if he was alright, but also because of some deep seated insecurities that maybe she wasn't good enough to be loved and he had decided to move on. But she tried to push those thoughts. She graduated at age 15 and was offered a full scholarship by the most elite and prestigious colleges in the country.You on the other hand were average in every way. You had decent grades and were acceptable in sports. Whereas your brother was the center of attention for his looks and his charms and always was surrounded by dozens of friends, your sister, beside her intellect, was also adoured for her innocence and had few, but very lovely and loyal friends. The beat you in this category as. .. and His wrath. She scratched around in the garden shed, searching for the rope she knew was there, her mind blocking out the fact the shed was full of spiders and god knows what else. The thin beam of her torch swept across the blackened room, till her eyes spotted what she had been searching for. Coiled like a waiting serpent her fingers trembled as she picked up the length of rope. letting its coarseness run between her fingers. She chewed on her bottom lip, she was nervous, incredibly so,. .nice….marry me, be my wife….yes… aahhhh….”“Anwar…..hard..hard…. aahhh….. ohhhh.. I..am…over..”“yes aunty…thank you…I am cooled…”I saw mother’s body getting tight, she kept it tight for few minutes and it loosened..Akbar hanged her head on boobs of mother….both have climaxed together….“yes Rohan, I want more, longer, keep pumping…make me mother of your son..marry me..I am your bitch..i am your wife…. fuck me ..fast…. ahhhh…”Mother was now caressing back of Akbar….“Akbar beta, mere upar ulta.