Ek din mere gharapr koi nahi the aur mai ek sexy book padarahatha.Dinake bajagaye the aur , koi mera gharaka darawaja katakataya. mera lund to tight ...ha, aur mai kaisebhi chaddike andar dabate hue, darwaja khola to aunty khadi thi. ‘dipak kya kararahe ho, gharape koi nahi hai kya’ ander aate hue puchchi. ‘nahi aunty sub gao gayehai’ aunty andar aatehi mai padatahu book dekhali aur puchchi ‘ye kya re ise book padarahe ho, kaha se le aaye ho.’ mai kutch bol nahi paya, o khudahi boli ‘koi baat. Dad was on the road again. My mother, Del, sat next to me on the couch watching a fairly scary movie. She was wearing this night dress of her's that was not very revealing, but showcased her body in a very wholesome, yet erotic light. She had drank nearly a bottle of red wine by herself as the movie crept along. Even though I was only 19, she and my dad was okay with my drinking a few beers here and there, but tonight I had picked up a bottle of Mezcal. What she didn't know was that I had. He looked at his kid sister then at the young and incredibly pretty Jessie Harper. Both girls had originally been squatting against the wall with their knees tightly together but now they both seemed somewhat more relaxed and had let their knees drift apart a bit. Paul could clearly see right down between their lovely smooth legs and right up to their panties stretched across the soft folds of their virginal sex mounds. Both girls knew he could see their panties but neither one seemed to mind.. Sometimes I walk.”“Isn’t it dangerous to walk that late?”“Compared with what?”“Yes, I guess you’ve faced greater dangers.”“I am not thinking about them now. What I am thinking is that this is a tony neighborhood, but it is too dark and foggy for a woman as beautiful as you are to be walking alone.”She looked down at the sidewalk. “Thank you.”Finally we came to her car, a dark blue Volkswagen station wagon. “My name is Roger Bancroft,” I said.“I am Laurel. Laurel Armington.”“May I call you.