Ankit: Kya tight gaand hai itni tight gaand to teri behan ki bhi nai hai wo raand pata nai kahaa kahaa mooh maar ke aayi hai tu nayi raand hai meri ga...nd phaad dunga. maa ke laude madar chod, behan chod le sasti raand le mera lauda apni gaand me.Me: Haan ankit please aur jor se gaand maro meri aaahh bohot maje aa rahe hai mujhe nai pata tha gaand mawane me itna mazaa ataa hai aur jor se chodo ankit jaise tum meri behan ko chodte ho wo nakhre karti hai main kabhi nai karunga jab tum bologe,. The owners had employed a well-known garden designer to landscapethe property and the results were well worth the expenditure. A gate ina high wall opened into what had once been a walled garden where freshvegetable were grown for the house.Much of the garden had been returned to lawn while some of the fruittrees had grown quite large. The herb garden was still extensive with awide assortment of plants. Raspberry, Gooseberry and Elderberry caneswere still bearing their fruit.We found a garden. All things considered she had no idea why the casting off of her 'old life' should cause her so much distress, but it did. She lifted her eyes from the bed and noticed her reflection in the vanity mirror, her reflection pleased her. She swayed a little from side to side and watched intensely as her now unfettered breasts swayed beneath her blouse. The sight was appealing, and reminded her of her new found appreciation of the female form. Indolently she cupped her left breast in her right hand,. Let me put make up on you andyou can meet your new Mistress Andrea." In no time I was made up. Then she put a long haired auburn wigon my head."This will do until your own hair grows out, which I expect tohappen quickly because of all the hormones I am going to feedyou. Hmm, soon you'll get your first beauty treatment. Hahaha!"She then led me with my legs wobbling to the kitchen. Andrea wasjust putting the plates on the table when she saw us. Herreaction was priceless. Her jaw dropped and the.