"You can touch me if you want."My heart skipped a beat, and my palms itched, but I decided it was time to be a big brother. "Look, sis, let's get some...hing straight," I began seriously. "You're my sister. I don't think of you that way."She wilted. "Oh."Then I felt sorry for her, wishing I could have let her down easier somehow. "Not that you aren't incredibly touchable, if you understand what I mean," I went on."I am?" She looked down at herself dubiously.It made me look, and that was a. If she has preferred to come out and speak on her own, she could have done it. Since she doesn’t want to have any more new relationship and only wanted to make us happy by sharing her real life incident, she is telling it through me.I have recently moved to Delhi. Any ladies/girls from Delhi/Chennai who wants to have a friendly relationship or one time affair, can get in touch with me. I’m a good guy(not in looks though) to go with in terms of friendship.. You can reach out to me at After. I smiled and greeted her, “Hello; are you Bradley’s mother?”“Why yes, I am?” Her voice was gentle and cultured; her eyes the same brown as Brads. I held out my hand to her, and hers came gently into mine, “I’m Amber Jones; your son knocked on our door the other morning to borrow some milk; he told me you’d moved into 504.”“Oh Mrs Jones! Yes, that was most kind of you;So sorry I’ve not had time to thank you!”“Well yesterday your son Bradley kindly carried up my groceries from my car, which was. Aur boli room me chalte h. Maine unhe gaud me uthaya aur room me le jaane le gya aur bed pe leta diya.Maine bola bhabhi meri fantasy hai. Mai aapko bed se bandh pura choosna chahta hu. Uper se niche tk. Aapka pura rasa pina hai mujhe. Bhabhi hasi. Bolti tujhme to khoob pyaar bhara hai.Maine bola mai passionate oral love making me khoob believe rakhta hu.Fir maine pucha aapke yha chocolate syrup ya honey hai. Bolti dono fridge me rakhi h le aa. Mai leke aya. Maine pucha rassi hai. To bolti sb.