“That’s sad. You could stay at my place for the night and make up a story to her.” I replied.“Really? That would be perfect,” she said.“I ...hould tell you that I only have one bed, though. We would have to share it. If you’re okay with that, you can spend the night,” I replied.“That’s okay with me. I can’t afford to get in trouble with the PG Aunty again,” she responded. “Perfect, the Uber is almost here,” I replied, struggling to contain my excitement.Ho-lee-shit. Ananya was coming over. To. Unhe main sadi wale din se hi bohut pasand karta tha. phir sadi ho jane ke bad hum log sab wapas apne ghar chale gaya.Unke shadi ke baad kuch 2 saal bad main apne aunty ke ghar gaya. waha sab mujhe dekh ke bohut khush hua magar pata nahi kyun sabse jyada meri bhabhi. Wai se hi bat chit main 2 din gujar gaya. 3ra din main mere aunty ko mere didi ka phone aya jo Durgapur se to achanak meri aunty mere bhaiya mere unkle(aunty ke husband) sab teen din ke liya waha chale gaye aur mujhe bhabhi ka. He did not expect to get to fuck Sheila with a guest in the house but it certainly looked like he was going to cane her.Indeed he was going to cane her as Sheila got the implement from their wardrobe and handed it to Jim."Shall I close the door?" asked Jim."No, leave it open," said Sheila as she put the top half of her body on the bed and thrust her large trouser covered arse towards her husband. Now if Yvonne had not arrived the caning would probably have been bare arsed but there would no. The last straw was fucking that footballer on stepmom's baby grand piano. For the record, you do feel guilty about ruining the finish on it; how could you have known the combination of sperm and lube would eat right through the varnish?Then there were the constant rumors of your escapades in the small town, especially after the incident on the field trip to the nursing home. In your defense, you understood you were to be cheering up the residents, and that's exactly what you were doing. Mr..