I’m Tarar Boy. As all you now I have published 2 stories and after it I’m back with another hot story. I used to write in Urdu/hindi.This sex expe...ience is with my cousin Sister. Her name is Mahreen (Not Real Name) . Woh boht he khubsorat hai. Fair face , Lambi hieght Slim and Sexy Body. Aur uss ke age 18 hai. Uss ka boobs Size abhe Small hai lekin abb mene uss ko chodna shuru kia hai to badh jaye ga. So, abb mein story ke tarf aata hun. Actually, hum dono ekk dusry sy Love karty hain. Lekin. Gradually, it dawned on him that it had been quiet before he hit it, and was still quiet. Ah, he thought, it’s Saturday. Thank God for that. He recalled how Friday had worn him out with meetings and deadlines. He was so tired that he’d almost been afraid to drive home. When he did get home, he felt bad that he could barely keep his eyes open before saying good night to Connie. He had to admit, he was enjoying being her boyfriend. Pretending to be her boyfriend, he corrected himself, and sighed. I sat her down one afternoon when she finally woke up from the previous night’s work, and she had a few hours of free time. I put my foot down and told her that enough was enough. I told her she was overworked and not getting the sleep she needed, and to be truthful, I was a little resentful because I was not getting what I needed.Jenny proceeded to argue with me, “But John, we need the money. You have the apartment to pay for, the food, my clothes, and all those other things I need. I know you. The past year had been like a dream. Someone once said money can't buy happiness. Whoever it was didn't know where to shop. Tamara triggered those thoughts when she told me about having sacrificed so much that it was time to be happy.I had sacrificed seeing my kids grow up. I wasn't there to tuck them in. I wasn't there for some of my son's sports. I wasn't there for my daughter's first boyfriend. My ex and I had grown apart. We divorced when Michael was six and Marie was two. My ex began.