And the herione of the story is my bhabi my own brothers wife (shwetha)name changed for obvious reason,they were married a year ago and then this Inci...ent happened a while ago and it was the month of december I was done with semester exams and was enjoying my vacation. My bhabi is fair and 5’6 in height posses vital stats of 34 32 32 she has right flesh at the places her belly is the other wonder of the world which I started admiring ever since she had married my brother.She has got best boobs. Pm before we'd finished supper and to be honest i needed more sleep than anything else so we decided between us we would meet up the following day, so on returning to my flat i quickly fell asleep , only to hear the door bell go off, it had gone midnight and i was a bit blearly eyed, on looking through to spyone in the door it was zoe, ? with the flats having a secure door entry system i was wondering who was knocking at my door as you normally have to buzz visitors in , anyway i duly unlocked. She hung on my neck as I carried on rubbing her for her to have the aftershock orgasms and she did have a couple as she tried to catch her breath. Standing away from her I unbuckled my pants, and dropped them down, pulling down my undies I held my 6” in my hand as I opened her legs a little wider then easily slipped into her wet pussy.“UUUGGGHHH” she groaned as I slotted in from the front, her arms around my torso as I kissed her as I started to slowly shag her, gripping her buttocks I screwed. “Could you do it again? You know. To her.” “What would you inherit?” I asked. “As a reference point.”“Two million”.“I want twenty grand, cash. Don’t call this number again. I’ll let you know where and when to get me the money when it's done, if it gets done. It’ll take me a month to scope it out.”“OK. That timeline works.”“See ya David.”At about eleven o’clock I walked up the driveway of Doris’ Ranch-style house and into the dark carport. There was a flower pot on the steps there with.