.Friend .kahani suru korne se pahale ..sirf ehi batana chati hoon ki agor koi..bhul ho gayi languge main..pls pardon me…(But if any1 like 2 read at ...engali thn chk ‘aamar Jia sona’)…39 yrs ki ak writer ka sara din kat jata hain kahani likhte likhte..por kavi2 din gujarna muskil hota hain..ess sal February main thantha kuchh jaya hain..Oh hah me Maloy..story writer,bibi schhol teacher& ladka hostel main..Hamare sath ghar main rahati hain mera elder SIL ki ak lauti beti Jia, dad ka transfble job. Oh how I wished he was putting his lips on other parts of my body. I felt my nipples harden as his chest pushed up against mine. He always smelled so good. “Morning” I said brightly. Eagerly enjoying his hug and kiss. He stepped back, holding my shoulders. “You ready to party?” He asked, as he gave me a wink. “Um, Yeah, I guess. Partying with my parents and my uncle sounds super cool!” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.Uncle Steve laughed. “I’m still pretty cool for an old guy!” He said,. “Very well, sir, please try to relax as I relieve you.” Her fingers now coated in the natural lubricant that the gigantic dick had been ejecting since it felt a feminine touch, the supervisor ran her hands on the veiny shaft, making sharp splosh sounds that made the four spectators even more uncomfortable. Once the precum gel was evenly distributed, Irina destroyed any remaining possibility that this was an elaborate prank by opening her mouth wide and stuffing the slimy great worm down the. ”“So you might come home and I might have to compete with a dream girl in Stockholm again?”“Jennifer, my feelings for you haven’t changed. In fact, I’m in a much better place than I was when I left, believe it or not. I have one girlfriend here, Pia. Other than what was a one-time thing in Stockholm, that’s all there is. I’ve more or less fallen into a situation similar to what Joyce wanted me to — find one girl and stick to her for the year. Sure, there were detours, but those were short-lived.