I picked up my shirt and trouser (traditional clothes)which were lying on the floor at my feet. I held them in front of me and then ran forward to clo...e the door again. Which was a big mistake.The gusty wind which had blown the door open was still blowing strong. My hands were wet and slippery, as were the clothes. So the gust of wind blew my traditional clothes out of my hand and outside on to the street and into the darkness. And once again my nakedness was visible to the two men who were. With my hands I stroke and play with his balls or rub his thighs. If he thinks he is capable of cumming several times, then I'll blow him until he grips the back of my head and pushes his dick deep into my mouth. I'll let him blow his rich creamy load inside my throat. Then I'll look him in the eyes and make sure he understands how much I love and adore him by swallowing his cum. I'll take extra special care to suck all the cum out of his cock, and make sure that none is wasted. Any come that. Kate was writing an email to her mother, telling her about Jeff's latest stunt, when his next letter arrived.>When did I ever do anything for myself?==>How about making it impossible to ever do anything for you? Hating every present? Always showing me how little you thought of me? Hah! Being caught with another woman was hardly worse than putting up with how you acted when I tracked in some mud last winter! You were always waiting to catch me doing something wrong. Anything! I could never. ? Mere muh se aise khulam khulla baatey sun kar sasur ji ka muh hi khula rah gaya to main unse boli babu ji agar aap bura na maane to main ek raasta bataati hoon aapko wo bole bolo beti.To maine kaha aap mujhe bhi to chod sakte hai? Babu ji ghabdaate hue bole nahi bahuu aisa kaise ho sakta hai bhala tu meri bahu hai aur bahuu beti ki taraah hoti hai main bhala tumaare saath kaise sambandh bana sakta hoon. Maine unki nikkar ke upar se unke laude pe haath rakhte hue kaha babu ji dekhiye pyaase.