Just relax. Think about whatever you like.My mind was a riot of thoughts and images. Being with mother. With Zuri. Being with both of them. Lying unde... the tree, I could smell their unique scents: the warm salt-and-musk of my sister sleeping quietly not half a meter from me, and the flowers and-herbs smell of my mother, the scent brushed onto her thighs from the field of wild lavender we had walked through earlier that day.The tree stirred softly in the breeze. I could feel spots of heat. Bo usse pasand karti thee. But maine feel kiya bo meri compny main jyada khus thee. Mere saath bo room main kiss karti hug karti hum dono saath late kar baatein karte ek dusre ko kapdo ke upper se touch karte main uske boobs press karta uski chut aur gaand par haath pherta rahta bo mere lund par haath pherti hilati khoob .hum dono kabhi kabhi nage lete rahe but kuch gslat nahi karte but chipak kar kiss karte rahte they hum dono jhad bhi jaate but conrl nahi khote . Ek din main uske room par. I fastly went to the sofa ,when she came back after her bath she looked like a sexy goddess there was a tent in my pant she came to me sat beside and made her hairs dry her hairs smeltd awesome I think she used some shampoo thats why. While doing so she said “Veer tumne itna madad kiya thak gaye hoge tum lunch karke jana! I said no just to show gentle behaviour and stood up she catched my hand and made me sit down and went a way to the kitchen to make food I made the TV on and was listening to. I, of course, knew exactly what Irene spoke of, having seen Elizabeth in the nude many times by then and having heard of her large, dense ladygarden even before I had ever seen it for myself. My imagination ran wild at the thought of a man with a similarly huge forest of curls enveloping his lovely cock, and I longed for just a look at Irene’s beloved. Why not, if Elizabeth had had one?! But Irene was not finished: ‘My very first thought, Agnes…well, no, my very first thought was how.