Pattie told me she gets a letter a month from Mary and my sister Hettie also gets the occasional letter.Mary is always upbeat and lively in her letter... and I try to match her bright mood in my letters, making light of the poor cold, wet and dull weather we have had from when she left in February until the beginning of June, when the weather changed to hot and dry for a couple of months. August was wet but so far the first week of September has been good. I also make light in my letters of the. I was surprised as we generally didn't allow kids to have alcohol."Just this one time babe," He winked at me when I gave him a questioning look.We drank and laughed and soon opened another bottle."Phew, at this rate you guys are going to get me too drunk to do anything," I said feeling the effects of the alcohol."Oh Mom, you only had three glasses, don't tell me you're such a lightweight," Kristy said and hiccupped loudly immediately putting her hand up to her mouth."Ooops," She said and we all. Hum sab sadi ke 4 din phle wha pounche mamji hum sab ko dhek ker kafi kuhs the mai or mare pitaji bhi sadi ke kamo me hanht bathne me lag gye per mamaji hume kam kerne se rok lete sadi me mare chachaji or unka beta amit bhi aye hoye the. PHIR 4 din bad sadi ho gayi or 2-3 dino me sab mheman chle gye hum bhi gher ane ki tyari ker rhe the per mare dadiji ne mujye nhi ane diya per pitaji ko jayda chuti na milne ke karen mare mataji or pitaji sher loet gye.or mai apne dada or chachaji ke shat apne. As if in slow motion, my hand brushed his crotch. I let my fingers part and feel for his manhood through the thin paper towel. Time stood still when my finger tips felt the outline of his hanging dick through his pants. I just stared straight ahead, on my knees, nervous, heart pounding and touched his cock.He pushed my hand away and said it’s fine, then sat back down on the couch. We sat there on silence for several minutes, both probably trying to process what had just happened. All I knew was.