I hated that about myself. I had obviously lost my faith in everything. Maybe not everything but everything in which the average person put their fait....I was surprised that the barge was empty at noon on Christmas day. Then I guessed that Wilson had gone to visit his daughter. I wondered it he would take Mel, who was most likely younger than Wilson's daughter. "Merry Christmas honey, I want you to meet your new future step mom," I started laughing at that image.Since the Bar and the restaurant. “Yes, I reckon so.” nodded Greta. “Well, I’ll leave her with you. Just settle her down. Oh . . . and she’ll need a feed.” “Right ...” As the woman left, Belle had a wild desire to flee. To run from the stall ... to run from the Stable. Anywhere ... anywhere ... anything ... anything ... was preferable to where she was! With horror she looked around ... seeing the troughs ... the bridles ... the bits ... the reins. All the paraphernalia of the horse-world! She began to shake and sob. For the new readers I m naitik modi from jamnagar and I m studying in sy bcom. Now not boring the readers more, lets start the story. Ye story ki shuruat kuch 4 mahine pehle hui jab mere pados me ek nayi family rehne aai. Wo family me ek husband wife the. Aur dikhne me wo bhabhi koi heroine se kam nahi the ek dam slim figure ke the. Unke bare me aur batau to unka figure mujhe 30 28 30 lag raha tha. Unka rang bahot hi gora tha. Mera to lund unko dekhte hi khada ho jata tha aur unke name ki mene. I rememberwishing that I had the good sense to remove these damn boots when I came home tonight.Iknew I shouldstop, pull away, but I simply could not. I was indeed responding to my stepson’s touchand instructions. Robert, much like his father, knew exactly how to touch me for the greatestresponse, both emotionally and physically. He seemed to sense the erotic effect his mild dominanceand humiliation would have on me. Again, he was his father’s son!After several minutes of taking me to the.