. Wha 3floor hai 2floor pe families and 3rd main aur mera roomate rehte hai jo job krta hai. 2nd floor dono husband wife job krte hai. 1st floor pe me...na aunty housewife aur unke husband shop chlate hai. Toh poori building mein sirf main aur meena aunty hote the. Toh meena aunty ki age 34 ki hai unki figure kya bolu poori aunty hai 37 34 37 hogi. Bde bde boobs, chuttar mja aa jata wo hmesha maxi mein hoti thi.Toh story aise start hui hm smaan shift kr rhe the 2 3 dheere dheere se toh daily. I go back downstairs in bare feet and find Rick still at the counter with Helen sitting on a stool on the other side with a glass of wine.“That’s so much better,” I smile and start pulling out things to make dinner, asking Helen about her food preferences.We sit down and eat, chatting about all kinds of subjects. Helen asks how long we’ve been together, and we tell her ten years and married for three years. She knows we have no children yet.“What about you, Helen?” I ask. “Are you seeing. The feeling was unbelievable as held my naked body to the stream of water and basked in the newly discovered euphoric sensation. At this point, nothing was going through my mind except for the ever nearing, and promisingly loud, orgasm. So, I didn’t process the footsteps of someone approaching. I didn’t hear the damn well oiled and squeak free gate open, but I did hear the voice. The women’s voice that was the definition of surprised saying, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” . Actually, it’s not as though he had one day decided in his youth to become a saint. Sainthood was just a concept or an idea that he thought would be considerably useful in a day and age when the world fell to cynicism and sin, and at one point he attempted to become a saint, perhaps because it was easier to do so when the mores of his world seemed to be crumbling. His sickly sin, he believed, was a condition he could never rise above, but even despite this fact, he assumed that moral living was.