Ek din mausaji kisi kam se bahar gaye the gharme me or mausi or unki ladki jo 4 sal ki thi itne hi log the,me bahar khel ke lota takriban 9 baje the u...ki beti so gayi thi tab,mausi boli beta aj bahot garmi he jao naha lo, mene kaha nahi me bahot tha k chuka hoon , wo boli nahi chalo me tumhe nehlati hoon chalo aur woh aa gayee bathroom me, unhone meri shirt nikal di , aur pant bhi, ab me sirf apni nikker me tha,mausi use bhi nikal ne ja rahi thi mene kaha nahi mausi muje sharm ati he,woh boli. I sat bolt upright in a state of panic and saw a woman in her mid-thirties stepping out the kitchen door into the garden. I suddenly realised that my hand was still wrapped around Jim’s cock and quickly pulled it away leaving it bouncing in the open air.“Oh – I, I didn’t realise you had company… shall I – shall I come back later?” Her voice trailed off. Jim looked across at his daughter.“It’s quite alright Gem, nothing you haven’t seen before – well apart from our young paperboy naked of. We walked over to the stand and I ordered a homemade ice-cream bar and went to the rest room . After I was done , I ran to the table where David was at . I sat down and we said small talk . I started eating and almost as soon as I started . I felt dizzy and had a head ache .I started to see dark spots around my vision . It started to get darker and darker but befor I fully went under . I saw David giving me a evil smile .I wolk up to the sound of beeping , lots of beeping . I tried to open my. I don’t know for sure. Maybe Pierre Hatch, after your uncle. Instead, I was aborted by my own mother, your ex-wife, Melanie Hatch. Your mother, my grandmother, was named Emmanuelle Marie-Louise Duchamp, in Port-Au-Prince, Haiti. I know that much. She married Reverend Andrew Hatch, converted to Protestant, Baptist Christianity instead of voodoo, but you returned to her faith, rejecting your father’s ... my grandfather’s.“I completely understand why, too. Voodoo, Santeria, these ways are the ways.