Or wo akali hi gar pe hoti thi.Jab wo bored ho jati to kuch time k liye hamare gar pe aajati or bhabhi or wo beth ke bate karte rahte the..Or me unko ...urta rahta tha.Ak din me unke boobs ko gurta tha or wo muje dekh gayi wo kuch boli nahi or smile karke bhabhi k sath bate karne lagi.Aese hi 2-3 months nikal gaye the.Or bhaiya bhabhi gav jane vale the ak week k liye marriage attand karne ke liye or meri exam aane vali thi to me gav nahi gaya. So bhabhi kavita bhabhi ko mera khana ka or nasta ka. ‘You looked so good lying there, I wanted to help you so bad and I swore that someday I would and you’d never be lonely again,’ he said feeling tears in his eyes, thinking of pleasing this beautiful woman and the love he had for her. Julie was speechless as his words filled her ears. There was one day that she’d went to the basement and had a strange feeling that she was being watched and now she knew that it was her baby watching. ‘I still do that once and awhile,’ she purred, wishing that. I laid against the door and sat on the floor, hearing my diaper crumpleand my ruffles crinkle. They were the loudest noises ever, I was certainMom would wonder what the noise was. OR worse, Mom would KNOW the soundof a diaper and ruffles. Please Mom, you didn't hear anything."Yeah Mom, everything went great." I tried to be chipper. "We playedgames and she went to bed easy."Then an idea struck me..."Mom, what's with her nightie and plastic pants?" I asked.Here comes the answer to my problems.. " By the time her experienced fingers had got to work, we were well on the way. (And to think, I'd never heard of oral!)Now it was a sunny avenue in Hampstead, and Christabel - lovely name for a lovely actress, big, buxom and wonderfully uninhibited. In her well-honed cut-glass accent, out poured every glorious obscenity in the language, a seriously arousing music. And when she reached down casually to switch holes, screaming "Worship my shit!" I was transported into a new world of tightness.