She had guests again, Josh wondered idly who it would be this time, maybe Emma, she was cool or Julia - now that was one fit lady.Josh shrugged, not t...at it mattered, as a younger brother he would never score with any of Mandy's friends. Josh pulled on his jeans, threw on his least creased t-shirt and plodded barefooted downstairs. A quick visit to the kitchen saw him emerge, smiling, with a full glass of OJ and a pork pie. Josh walked into the front room and plonked himself down on to a swivel. Two small lounge chairs flanked a large coffee table were along one wall and Steven's gaming systems, controllers, games and masses of wires running everywhere were on a bookcase of sorts against one sidewall. While my brother, Steven, occupied the room most of the time, when the girls were here, we chased him out and took it over. One evening, we had a very weird family dinner discussion. Steven informed mom that the coach at school had demanded that all the boys MUST wear clean gym clothing,. Ni diyamaine uss k soft gulabi hont par apne hont rakh diye toh uss k hont bht garamthe usse kiss karne k baad maine uss se pucha ki kaisa laga toh uss ne kaha kacha laga toh mai usse phir se kiss karne laga aur sath mai uss k boobs dabanelaga aur vo bhi meri kiss ko respond karne lagi toh mai uss ki shirt utarnelaga aur shirt utar k mai uss k boobs bra k upar se dabane aur chusne lagamaujhe bht maza aa raha tha aur maine jabi uss ki bra utarde aur uss kboobs itne soft malai jase mai satve. .. you know?"No, my child. I don't know. I think God may want you to do something more? You hold it, Vicki. Put your hands down there and you move me the way you want." You mean? Like? Put my hands on your? Your?..." she whimpered."It's all right to say it, my child. Those words are all right for a wife to say to her husband... or for you to say to your priest. You can say 'cock' and 'cunt' to me, Vicki. And you must tell me what you are doing... and what you want to do. God will speak through.