." What would you know about thinking? You've never done it in your life so don't try and start now." Will you shut up and let me explain!" If it need... an explanation then there is definitely something going on." Oh, for fuck's sake!"Just then, Kimberly stepped out onto the patio. Like Stacy, she was still wearing what she had worn to bed, but now also had on a skimpy pair of light blue panties. "Stacy?"My little sister twisted to look behind her at her friend. As she did so, her long,. The moment of beauty was lost, so we walked to the door to enter this strange and wonderful place we had come to.Tired from our trip, we spent the rest of the day touring the place.From cellar to attic, in every room we went, there was erotic art and sculptures.The house had three bedrooms downstairs for the staff, and six bedrooms upstairs for the residents and guest. With the exception of the erotic paintings, statues and other oddities and some modern conveniences that were everywhere you. Just old Indian thought. So she always was very happy with my presence as I always care for her.That night, I was sleeping when I suddenly heard some noises. It seemed like they both were fighting. I silently went near their room and tried to hear what they were fighting about. Mausaji was same as any other relative. He was fighting with her with the same child issue. I felt really bad for her. I went to my room and slept.Next day, when my mausaji went to the field work, I decided to talk with. So much more to see and experience. What does it feel like to have another person deep in the heart of you? To look up into their eyes, watch their face, feel their breath even while you feel them inside you. Do they feel what I feel? Am I truly doing these things, wanting these things? What does it smell like? Musk. Heavy. I imagine our scents would mingle in the air around us. Entwining as we have entwined. Joining as we have joined. Creating a single scent, as we were a single being for a.