Shit, he thought, what if someone recognises my voice? It actually took him several attempts to get through the menu system and record his message. He...decided he would be ‘Gary’, a suitably anonymous name. At last, ‘Gary’ got to hear other people’s messages. He found the way it worked quite interesting, everyone recorded their own personal message, then you got to hear everyone else’s messages in order. If you fancied talking to someone you had the option to send them a message, or even talk. My beloved Uncle Orlando, who just was not more incisive, direct, runaway, slutty and shameless for lack of space.I confess that before we became lovers, friends, and confidants, he had laziness. Feeling, which not only made my approach difficult, but also my greatest excuse, to disdain him, completely ignoring his physical and intellectual attributes, which since mid-2017, more than respected, are greatly admired by me.Uncle Orlando, besides proving me, to be a great sexual partner, naturally. I had been walking past the window in the hallway when I glanced down towards next door's back garden. When I saw her I had done a double-take and my heart had started pounding heavily. Her body was absolute perfection. I hungrily traced my eyes from her beautiful face, down over her barely concealed, ample, pert breasts, over the smooth surface of her stomach down to my favorite part of a woman’s body. Her bikini bottoms concealed her vagina quite well but I could still see a slight slit.By. Unhone kha khale khale ,aaj mai puri ki puri teri.Unhone salwar kameej pehna hua tha. Kiss karte hue unhone meri t-shirt pehle hi utar di thi aur ab meri baari thi . Mai paaglo ki tarah unka kameej utarne laga .Unhone kaha phaad dega kya ruk mai utarti hu.Kameej utarte hi mujhe pata laga ki unhone bra nhi pehni thi .Unke bade aur tight boobs mujhe apne paas bulane lage .Mai unpe toot pda aur unhe chusne lga ,ab wo tej saase lene lgi . Unki saaso se hi kamra gujne lga to maine tv ka volume badha.