There for a while, I thought I couldnt even raise my own daughter. But once I had her back in my arms, something in me clicked. I was able to push pas... the depression and tragicness of the death of my wife, and managed to get back on my feet. I got a new, better job, one where I can work from home. I payed my bills on time, got her into a nice new school, and even had enough extra money to get us nice clothes and toys for her, and I was even able to take her to Chucky Cheeses for her birthday.. .udhar ki baat karte rahe tab maine apni kurti ke upar se apni choochi ko sahlaaya wo bhi maamu ko bhadkaane ke liye kyonki itni der se wo mujhe bor kar rahe the mamu ne jab mujhe lambi…lambi angdaayi lete hue dekha to bole kya neend aa rahi hai maine kaha nahi bahut thak gayi hoon thoda araam karna caahti hoon to maamu ne mujhe apne upar kheech liya aur bole meri gudiya raani aao meri godi me araam karo.Aur main maamu ki god me sar rakh kar let gayi tab mamu mere sar par haath fer rahe the aur. I took a breast in each hand and started kneading them like dough. They were soft and my hands were full beyond their ability to hold them. My thumbs started caressing around her aureoles, brushing over her nipples which hardened quickly, standing at full attention. I bent to them, kissed them and flicked my tongue all over them. As I did this I undid the last buttons, worked to undo the wide black belt. Her coat opened just enough to see she didn't have anything on her bottom as well. All I. As she imagined him fingering her drooling cunt. She growled at him to go hard, faster. But he would not oblige. He knew what he was doing, how he was teasing her. He just went right back to toying with her nipples and slow-fucking her pussy. Rachael's fantasy man had her pinned against the wall in a dark corner of the bar. The music was loud so no one could hear her moans and gasps and everyone was busy in their own worlds. They were alone in the crowded room. The bar was a filthy, seedy.