I can already see the wide shouldered form of his father developing. He has his father’s build as well as his brown hair. A short way behind him is ...is sister, Peyton. Just finishing eighth grade she will be starting high school next fall. And in another three weeks she will be turning fifteen. Her blonde hair is loose behind her shoulders, hanging part way down her back. She must have gotten that from me. OK, I really know she got it from both of us because blonde is recessive, but is looks a. Chut pura pawroti ki tarah fula huwa tha jo pahle balo me chupa hone ke karan dikhta nahi tha. Mai naha kar kapda pahan ne lagi to paya ki panty bahut choti thi yani gand ka upar ka kuch bhag khula rah gaya.Shayad papa pahali bar laye they, isliy size malum nahi tha. Uspar mini skirt dala aur fir shirt pahan liya. Shirt me press button tha pahan ne me asani hui. Tabhi papa ki awaz sunai di,”Neeta kitna der laga dia,” Mai andar se hi boli “Ho gaya papa ati hu,” To papa bole “Thik hai, tum upar. My mother was an attractive thirty five year old woman, her figure tending to the voluptuous, she had heavy breasts with big nipples straining through her thin soft cup white nylon bra, her breasts were flattened, sagging slightly from their weight, and as she moved they bounced and jiggled nicely. Her skin looked incredibly smooth. Her panties were white nylon too, she wore the kind called full briefs, and although they fit her snugly, they weren't skin tight, and as she moved they wrinkled. Why do you ask?" said Chelsea."How about I say how I think it went, and you tell me if I'm wrong?" asked Stacy. Several of the girls murmured their assent."Here it goes," said Stacy. "It was in the back seat of a car, or on a blanket in the park, or at the movies, or some other semi-public place. You were sure you'd have a flashlight shining in your eyes at any moment, held by a cop or a creep. You didn't even get fully undressed. You couldn't see worth a damn. It hurt like blazes, it lasted.