Meri email id he .. Apka jyada time na kharab karte hue me apni story pe ata hu.. Mere ghar ke pados me ek ghar he , ek bar vha ek family rent pe reh...e ayi usme ek aunty , uncle aur unki beti aayi , jiska nam Neelam tha, uski age 22 he aur uska figure 36-30-36 he. Jb mene use pehli bar dekha to mera lund khada ho gaya.Ek bar me apne ghar ki chat pe khada to tha mene dekha ki Neelam apne ghr ke chat pe phone pe bat kar rahi he. Us din usne ek red color ka tight top pehna tha jisme uske bade. Carefully putting her blade to the soft wood, she marked out a random width. She then began to remove the wood in between.A chisel would be easier, but she had no way to secure the stick besides between her knees. That, from experience, was not a good idea. Besides, this was just practice. It didn't have to be great. Just ... functional.Slowly, three notches came into being. One at each end, and another in the middle. Looked good. She could see the potential of such a building toy. Flipping it. ." He looked around to make sure no one could hear him. "I almost blew my load!" Would that be so bad Uncle Ted?" Stephanie asked with a huge smile on her face."Well, the cumming would be great. But I have khaki shorts on Steph. I'd be walking around with a huge stain for at least an hour."With a twinkle in her eye and a shy smile, Stephanie leaned to Ted and whispered in his ear."Then I'll have to blow you instead and keep it all in my mouth!"For the next half hour Ted had to keep his hat in. As I reached down for it, my cell buzzed notifying me of a text from Jas ‘Get ready. Be there in 20 minutes.’ Laying down the rose, I reached in my bag. I pulled my things from it and got undressed. I put on my corset, garter, hose and heels, and then there was a knock at the door. “Baby it’s me Jas, open the door.” As I opened the door, Jas stepped through, and I notice his truck parked in front of our room. “Jas, your truck? What are you doing?” I said. “Fuck it! I don’t care who sees it!.