Jab us ki choot sari saaf ho gaii to us ne mere munh se choot hataii or mere honto pe kiss karney lagi or mere face ko chatney lagi wo apni hi choot k...rass ka swad le rahi thi wo deewani ho kar mujhe chum rahi thi chat rahi thi kuch der isi deewangi mai guzrey phir us ne mere honto ko chora or boli, ab tumhe is ka badla chahiye ho ga hai na? mai ne kaha kyon nahi lakin sath mai tumhe bhi kuch miley ga.Wo sawaliya nazron se dekhney lagi mai ne usey kaha k mere uper yoon hi bethi raho or apna. ’ She turned and left the room. Is that it? I thought to myself. Of course it wasn’t, but it would be the weekend before I found out. Friday night came and Mum was going out with her friend, the luscious redhead Tina. I was going to meet a couple of mates. As she left, Mum said to me, ‘Have a fun evening, and make the most of it.’ I wondered what she meant, but dismissed it. On Saturday morning, I was awoken early by Mum entering my room carrying 2 mugs of tea and a large bag. She wore a satin. That means comehere so I need to catch up. I take my darling Icelandic horse toanother special gait, the flying pace, just under a full gallop, but sosmooth. Honestly Icelandic horses are the sports coupes of the equineworld. My family is waiting for me at the trailhead that leads backinto the woods."We are getting close, kids," exclaims mother. Just a mile uphill andmaybe a half mile down into the valley. Mother sounds excited. Wellgood, her bad memories of her messy childhood are being. "I can't believe that the insufferable little bitch would dosomething like this! I am going to make sure that she learns a lessonthat she will never forget. Unless that is you would rather administerthe punishment Roger. After all, you are the injured party here."Eve could tell by the look in Roger's eyes and the expression on his facethat he was thinking it over, but it didn't take long for him to decide. "Eve, in this case I believe that you are truly correct. The little blondbitch deserves a.