Mera dimag kharab to tab hua jb unhone humare gher se shift kr lia mene socha ki ab to moka kbhi nhi milega lekin asa nhi hua kuki unhone humare area ... pass hi shift kia tha or wo mere gher mom se batchit krne ati rehti thi.Ek din bhaiya ka call aya mere gher me or unhone papa se bola ki mjhe gao jana h kyuki unke chacha ki death ho gyi h or kha ki bhabhi gher me akeli h or kha ki zara aplog dhyan rakhna.Bhabhi subh humare ghar aai or din ka khana bhi humare gher me hi khaya fir shamko jb jane. 20 he decided to get a flyer and leave a little early. Because of staff shortage the boss had already told us by phone to close for lunch at 12.30.Just before 12.30 I was starting to lock up when the door opened and I was confronted with the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. She was about 25, tall, maybe 5'9" and sensually slim. This being accented by the tight white T shirt and short, (yes this was the era of the micro skirt) pleated plaid skirt. Her legs made to look even longer by the. ”Mimi nodded slowly. She knew what he really meant. There was a point in her life when she said the same thing to others. She tried to do freelance modeling knowing in her heart that it wasn’t going to work. Even though it was a depressing thought it made her feel better. There was someone else from their old group that was struggling like her. “Well I’m sure that you will work things out. So are you married?”Izzy lowered his head.“No I haven’t even been on a single date. I’ve been too. Ansari still kissing and sucking mom’s boobs pushed the saree and petticoat to the ground. Now mom was standing in her open blouse and bra on the top and big white panty. Ansari was now kissing and sucking mom’s boobs and was cuddling mom’s ass. Then he looked at me and pointing his index finger called me to join him. I followed his instructions and went stood behind my mom. Mom’s eyes were still closed. I placed my both hands on mom’s shoulder and slowly removed her blouse and unhooked her bra.