So we had a long and pleasant evening meal. I noticed that Mike drank hardly anything so he was ready for later on, neither did Guy. That was a good s...gn! To give Jo plenty of time alone with Guy I volunteered Mike and me for the washing up so we retired to the kitchen to clear up. ‘She’s going to ask him is she?’ Mike said as we started. ‘Mmm, she’s a bit worried. What do you think?’ ‘He’ll be OK about it now. She’s proved how much she loves him so he’s pretty secure on that front. Anyway,’ he. Baat ye hai ki meri koi gf nhi hai abhi tk aur mera dil bhut krta hai ki koi gf ho meri yaarme- to tumahra matlab hai main dhoondh ke du…..harry- sonam plzz bura mat manna tum meri gf ban jaoo {maine uski taraf dekha aur thori deer baad type kiyaaa}me-tum pagal ho gye ho. hum cousins hai hum gf bf kaise ban sakte haiharry- ban sakte hai agar hum dono chahe tohme-agar kisi ko pata chal gaya toh kya sochenge………harry-kisi ko pata chalega toh naa hum kisi ko pata nhi chalne dengeme–{mujhe thori. Should I show him? Well at least I could show him mine, since he was showing me his. I flipped up my skirt again to reveal my narrow band of dark hair crowning the coral gash of damp feminine fecundity. Why not? My husband, his brother, was out tom-catting around; why shouldn’t the home pussy get some fun? The kid was missing out on putting while his old brother was putting it into Miss Affair-of-the-Month. Douglas was gazing down at my exposed privates, where my pubis was publicly. At Midnight I had to cut and go home. I was three blocks from home when I heard a girl screaming and I ran into the access alley that ran behind our street. It was nothing but dumpsters and garbage cans and usually wither wino's or druggies back there.I stepped out from behind a dumpster into the shadows and there was my sister Sharon, standing there and crying with her bra off and pressed to her ample bosom and her blouse laying in a mud puddle. Three young men stood around her in a semicircle.