Me: Choti hoon. Chachu, ye koi poochne wali baat hai? Uncle: Wohi to. Ab bol ke ye kaise ho sakta hai ke teri chachi tujhse choti panty pehenti hai? M...: Kya? I was surprised and somewhat irritated at such a lewd comment. Uncle went on explaining. Uncle: Tu jab chali gayi to mai dekha ke ye panty to teri chachi jo pehenti hai us-se badi hai. Ye kaise ho sakta hai? I argued innocently and was dragging in more humiliating situations for me. Me: Chachu, ap ko kaise pata hoga chachi ki undergarments. Since I have never been much of a fisherman, my stories were limited to bullheads and Channel Cats that I had caught in the muddy Iowa streams and farm ponds. I never could figure out why my uncles liked to catch and eat the dumb things, they tasted terrible. My Grandma always fixed the fish and the only way she knew how to cook fish was to fry the poor thing until there was not a drop of moisture left in it. What you ended up eating was a dried out brown husk somewhat shaped like a fish. Since the weather was not threatening Iwatched all three climb in and out of the cars with their heels and legsflashing.Though Barb had put on a bit of weight she was still beautifully shaped.She wasn't as buxom as Ms. Hendricks of Madmen, but about the sameheight. Julie and Liz were typical lipstick lesbians, lots of beauty andskin. These girls were surprisingly similar in height and size, but Lizhad shoulder length dark hair and Julie was a shorthaired blonde. I wassurprised to witness the. The walls were lined with books and two comfortable chairs gave a splendid view over the valleys which dropped away from the house on all sides. Again a staircase led off from the middle of the floor to a large bedroom and equally large bathroom which also had a separate shower cabinet. All the rooms were similarly shaped to the ones on the ground floor. This was repeated on the top floor which held two D shaped bedrooms. Though D shaped, because of the diameter of the house was so large, all.