Aur yeh mera larka jo matric mein parhta hai…iska naam “Abdul Musaveer” hai ur issey hum piya mein yeh “Hero” sey mashhoor hai……aab yeh ...chool kaisey jaiga….bicycle tau tooth gayi hoogi…”Mein ney kaha“Uncle isskee fiker na karein …mein ney jub isskii tootii huwi bicycle daikhker samajhgaya tha….key Hero kaisey school jaiga….mein ney uskey liye….bicycle nayi khareed lee hai …ekk dukaan sey…meri Hero key liye yeh choota sa yohfa hai”Yeh sun ker Uncle ney kaha“Baitey tum ko aisa expensive gift. I was almost to the point where I thought it was hopeless when I remembered that pocket of gold I told you about when I first arrived.’ Grandpa sat upright and gave me a sharp look. He was about to say something, but I waved him off before he could get started. ‘Now, before you start in, I do know how you feel about gold miners. But… regardless of that, we need to do something, otherwise many of our people will starve well before winter is done. So, I thought if we used that pocket of gold, we. I couldn't help myself. One hand was on my cock stroking away while the other fingered at my asshole trying to get more cum to taste. Little did I know Rodger heard me the entire time and now was standing at the shower stall just watching me. He seen me fingering my ass that became his new fuck hole, and searching for his cum. "Umm so good." I moaned still with my eyes shut not knowing he was there. By this time Roger was ready to go again as well and I didn't hear him approach. The next thing. She looked nervous. "They started coming into the next garden so they could chat over the fence. I could feel them eyeing me up. I suppose they wanted a closer look." Did they get one?" I asked. She looked down sheepishly and nodded. "So they were looking over the fence chatting while you worked and you treated them by bending over to show your underwear?" Yes" she admitted reluctantly, "I made it look accidental, didn't do it blatantly."Trying to remain calm, I asked her how they started.