1 ke hei waise bhbhi bohut achi kesem ke thi wo ger mardo ko nahi dekte thi hamesh pallu ya odrne badan per liya kerte thi bhabhi ache khyalo ke thi o... nek dil ke thi wo hamesh muje kise bhi kaam se bulati thi marker jana ho gar ka kaam ho Mere gar wali or bhabhi ke gar se achi relation ban gai thi or bhabhi or mere achi jamte thi liken ek din nazerya badal gaya mere maan me bhabhi ke liye aise kayal nahi tha bhabhi ke bacche apne nani ke gar gai thi garmi ke chittiyo chal rahe thi or mere gar. Blouse ke upar se chuchi kaa kasao / tightness saaf chhalak raha thaa.Ang ang se jawani chhalak rahi thee. Chuchi ke upar blouse bahut kasa huaa thaa. Deep cleavage ke saath chuchi kaa upar ka ubhar murda kaa lawda bhee khada kar sakta tha. Blouse choli type thee aur skirt naa to mini or na normal.Skirt ghutno / knee se 2 inch upar thaa aur belly button se kareeb 5 inch neeche. Uska waist aur lower belly shine kar raha thaa…Mamta bhee apni maa kee tarah jhaant bilkul saaf rakhti thee, chikna. It was during a summer. I remember we were out of school, or maybe it was the last few weeks of school. I remember that most of the time, when I experimented it was during the day. I know that I wasn't in school, so it had to be in the summer." I explained. Then I asked, "How about you?" First time I jacked off I was thirteen. Like you I found out that rubbing my dick felt good. I kept doing it till I came. It was just the most remarkable feeling. I actually hurt that first time, but it was. I thought about Sandy. What would she think of my falling in love with another woman? I knew, deep down, that she would be happy for me. I also knew that I would never forget the memories that were made with Sandy.A long time ago, I had started the practice of journaling. Most of those special times, with Sandy, were written down in my journal. At any time, I could go to my journal and refresh those old memories. They were so precious to me. I did not ever want to forget those treasured.