Jobs, programs, offices, business suits and relationships that looked attractive but threw a shadow of predictability that was not awful or exciting.W...ipping against her thighs, the white mini skirt was not ideal for the ride or protecting any of her usual modesty. The very fact that she’d accepted to get on the bike was a surprise even to her. Without a helmet, without knowing the young man she now hugged for her safety, without any idea of where they were going, she’d just nodded her head. After close to two years working there I started working several evening sleep overs. my job was simply to make sure they were comfortable in their beds do bed checks after 9:30 and ensure that the facility was locked down for the night. it was great way to earn some needed cash. if any emergency occurred the residents simply called and I assisted as needed. some simply wanted to talk some had their bedsheets fall off the bed. with their limited mobility they called so I could assist.as I said. Sidd ne pucha , Sagar thk hai? Sagar, Ha thik hai chalo ander hum 3no ander room me gye.Waha pe Wo aunty Lati huyi thi blanket daal ke. 3no jake bed pe baith gye. Unka naam Riya (changed) Ek dum gori thi Jaisi mujhe chahye bilkul wasi thi, Thodi si chubby badi si gaand, medium boobs. Mai uske face ke pass baitha tha, Sidd uske pairo me or Sagar (Riya ka husband) uske dusri side me. Sidd bola Ankit ho ja shuru,Soch kya rha hai Dekh apni didi ko chod ise,Chata ise. Sidd or Sagar ne apne kapde. ”What are you thinking my boy?” safiya aunty again addressed me, “Come on.”I was thirty two years old now…Begam Safiya Saiyad was eighteen years elder than me…Her eldest daughter was thirty years old while the youngest, Azra, was twenty one years old…I fucked all of her daughters as if they were my duly married wives…They did not marry because their marriages were actually hinderences in our otherwise smoothly working sexual intercourses and our social relationship…I went into Safiya aunty’s.