Sanjay: “I need your help, badly and I know only you can make it happen”Me: “What is it?”Sanjay: “Aai will not agree for my marriage with Ni...itha. I want you to talk to her and convince her”Me: “Abey, marwayega”Sanjay: “Please, you are more like brother than a friend. Dada please”Me: “Par, yaar”Sanjay: “Please please please”Me: “Ok, I will do it. But let me have my holidays here first. I will go back to Pune and talk to her”Sanjay: “Thank you Dada. I will ask Nikitha to take care of you and. Me apni story iss par first time likh raha hu ye ek real story hai waise iss ka daily reader hu mujhe yahan ki saari stories boht pasand hai, ek baat bataun to mujhe ladkiyon ke feets yani peir boht pasand hai jahan bhi sundar feetsDekhta hu dil karta hai achi tarah chaat lu choos lu meri lunn ka size kafi acha hai mota taja hatta kattaa me apni story par aata hu ye story meri or meri cuzn jiska naam mannu hai baat us samey ki hai jab me 12th me Tha school ke vacation the or wo 11th me thi wo. " "Why not you bastard.?" She was obviously getting annoyed but still horny. "Because you are my mother and I am not going to buttfuck my own mom." "Fine!" She almost screamed. "You wanna be an asshole, be one. But my asshole needs attention. If you aren't buttfucking me, then you have to massage my ass and tits till I cum." I smiled. I liked to massage my mother's fat ass and back. She stood up and looked at me. I smiled again and nodded as we looked into each others' eyes. Then she stripped. .." He had a "bolter" and to make it worse, a tightening roll began (straining the external hydraulics and gyros to their limits under Dusty's close monitoring). Tim tried to counter the roll as he went through the immediate actions, which didn't correct either problem, so onto plan B. Going steadily through the scans as his stomach contents sloshed about, he found the steady red light on the flight control panel amid the flashing ambers.Trying to keep his voice steady, he ordered"Co-pilot, hit.