Hum aksar jab bhi milte hai kiss karte smooch karte mei uske boobs dabata aur chusta itna hi ho pata tha kabhi humare pass jagah nahi ho pati. Phone s...x me sab kiya karte the humlog uski ek icha thi bolti thi me sex karungi tumhare saath pura par mere hisab se karoge toh meine bhi bola haan jaan jaisa tum bologi waisa hi hoga.Fir wo time aa hi gaya mere ek hostler friend flat me rehte the unlog apne ghar gaye the 2 din ke liye meine unse unke flat ki key le li aur Riya ko ussi din raat ko phone. Or even heard of young teenagers like that.”“Oh, we had our difficulties with her, but, oddly enough, not since she became a teenager, or a little before that. She and the other four, at least in summer, make most of our dinners, and they’re not only no trouble at all, but of inestimable help in keeping the house and our sanity intact. They’ve been an absolute joy since they’ve all been living here. I wouldn’t trade them for anything.”I blushed and said, “Thanks, Mom.”Emma said, “I’d be. “Pull up a chair and watch,”I suggested, after giving her one last slightly warmer kiss, “or you can sit closer, on the bed with us and peek as near to the fun as you want to. You don’t have to do anything other than look, unless you want to ... and when, where, and only as much as you want to.”“Wings,” Laura added, after a wetter, hotter kiss than mine, “we all trust you with our lives and love you like the sister you are. I, we, want to show you that we love you even beyond that. When, if. What have I done to myself? What have we all done to each other? She didn't wait for the little voice to answer.Marsha was unpacking when Carol entered her bedroom."Hi, Mom," Marsha said, brightly. "It's so good to be home again. I hadn't realized how much I missed everyone."Carol sat down on the bed. "Does that include Peter?" she asked directly. Marsha blushed and her brow furrowed.Her daughter seemed different somehow, more . . . Carol searched for the right word . . . worldly; sexy! Yes,.