Maine bola koi baat nahi bhai ye mera farz h. Phir aise hi baaten ki faimilies nd all phir mujhe ar unhen bhi bhook lagne lagi to maine kha k aunty m ...ahar se khana le aata hu to unhone kha k yahan kitchen m sb to h to phir bahar se kyu to maine kha k sub kuch to hai but mujhe kuch banana nahi aata to wo hasne lagi ar boli k mai hu na sb sikha dungi maine kha k thank you so much aunty to unhone ne mujhe ek naughty smile di ar khana banane lgi ar m apne room m bait kr apne laptop pe unki photoes. He just wanted to lay there on top of her naked body with his head on her breast, but she spoke up. "I guess we should get dressed now before anyone gets back." "That's one option," Brent said as he started kissing her shoulder. "Or we can go again." "You know I need to get married today." Brent sucked on her hard nipple, deliberately taking a long moment before answering her question. "We still have half an hour at least before anyone is due to join us. What would Nate say if I gave. He was dressed in nothing but his tight boxer briefs. A surprised sigh caught in her throat. She hadn’t ever seen him like this before… he only had on one article of clothing on. His chest was muscular and hairless, so ripped and smooth. He wasn’t a body builder, but he took care of himself and worked out. She felt a tingling between her thighs again, as she looked at the bulge in his underwear; she should have felt repulsed, from feeling that way about her stepfather, but she didn’t.“I was. Love L.”I collapsed onto a chair, feeling the dull ache of self-pity and jealousy in my stomach. The joy of my weekend’s fishing trip erased from memory. But, loath as I am to admit it, there was a growing admiration. This was so cruel, so well thought out and so well executed. Who else but L could have come up with this? It hurt, yet part of my likes to be humiliated by her.I set to work; meticulously piecing details together in my mind like a crime scene investigator. The man’s boxers were a.