Net/desi/daksha-aunty-ne-muje-apna-pati-banya/ Is me daksha(name changed) aunty ne muje apna pati man liya aur mene kese usko physically and mentally ...atisfy kia. Ye batya he aur phir maine usko kayi baar differnt different styles me choda or ek baar to hum honeymoon pe bhi gye the wo sab baat janne ke liye muje mail kre me usi me wo sab bataunga mera mail id aapko daksha aunty wali story me mill jayega or agar koi unsatisfied girl,bhabhi ya aunty satisfy hona chate he to mail kare sab kuch. Sometimes, she wondered when her face would break.As usual, Ben had rented a suite at the hotel, even though Summer lived less than twenty miles away. It allowed her to stay very late, if that proved advantageous, or to entertain a particularly important supporter away from the crowd. On more than one occasion, Ben had been sent off to her home while she did more than business entertaining. Otherwise, he occupied the second bedroom of the suite.In the suite, she was greeted by a grim-faced. They curved around at the bottom corners and had a 10cm strip that joined the back to the front panel.A long flap folded over the front. It had two metal clasps on the bottom to hold the flap closed. The metal matched that of the magic box. A long, wide and adjustable carrying strap was attached at the sides. Each satchel was coloured to match the primary discipline of the High Wizard.“So, my dear Micky, who are you?” asked Ricky and he waved theatrically at the boxes. “You may touch each to. “Now, my gift for you is upstairs, kitty-cat,” she cooed, taking my hand again. “Dianne, did you bring your phone.”“Of course,” Mom said.“Then you should film this. It's an important part of her life. It should be documented. Like a birthday.”Mom pulled out her phone and aimed it at me. I rolled my eyes. She held it upright.“Turn it sideways. You don't want to take a video that way. Everyone will think it's lame.”“Oh, right.” Mom gave me a smile and turned her phone. “Today, my daughter is.