I don't understand it.So, having completed her turn to display her scars, her body, she stood, gazing at me. I'm not sure what she saw; I know I felt ...everal different emotions. Anger was in there somewhere, but also awe at this remarkable young woman, her ... spirit. Her beauty.She broke the silence. "So, Jeff ... don't you mind looking at me?"I hesitated, but said, "No ... I could look at you for hours. You are beautiful." Really? Even with these?" She waved her hand to indicate the marks on. Both are elder than me and both are married .Thier wife’s are very beautiful and sweet.when i reach home all members are very happy. Their face are glooming.My babhi’s are very sexy.I can see one of them half nude when i was going to take bath in the bathroom.It was when ,i go to bathroom for bath but my bhabhi was already there.She was changing her clothes in the evening.At that time i say sorry to him and came out. She came out and she go to her room . She cann’t faced me with shy.Now came. Since the time before I was fucking anybody, just ''fooling around'' as we used to call it, the sex I had with boys usually followed the same pattern, a downward exploration of my body, and, If I didn't quit ( and sometimes I did), Jerry or Jimmy or Steve started playing with the elastic band of my underpants. It was weird, they acted as if I didn't know what was going on. If we had done a lot of slow kissing, and especially if he had spent enough time with my boobs (which hardly ever. ‘Don’t get me wrong, I do appreciate it. But it’s a little unnecessary, really.’ ‘Will you stop talking and relax, just for a minute, please?’ His eyes begged her to comply. She yawned and started to stretch before she moaned in pain. ‘I hate this. I hate feeling incapacitated like this.’ She complained. ‘I know it is hard for you. But you have to learn to listen to your body and slow down and relax. Why don’t you lie back, close your eyes and try to get some rest.’ He suggested, pulling the.