Pehli 3 stories me apne padha kaise chacha, unke beto, vinod, mishra uncle aur dad ne mujhe aur mom ko apni randi banaya. Pichle kuch months se mom pr...gnant thi to mujhe hi un sabhi logo ka bistar garam karna padta tha. Ab mom ne aur ek beti ko birth diya hai. Meri chhoti sis jise hum pyaar se sweetu kehte hai ab tak in logo ki hawas se bachii hui thi. Ab wo 18 ki ho gyi hai.Pichle kuch time se chacha aur dad ne jugaar khelna start kiya tha. Pehle to wo log jite aur hume ohot hi maje the . Par. The other girls were more interested in my more assertive mates. So I had still not "scored" with a girl. I was at, or near, the top of my classes, and quite good at swimming, tennis and cricket - very good in fact. But I shied away from "footie", the most popular, and alpha, sport. So I didn't quite fit in with the "experienced" guys, nor was I fully accepted as a nerd. I was quite fair, tallish, immature sexually and socially, with little or no body hair. I was told that my best features were. She got in the car and adjusted her skirt. As she was pulling into the carwash her cell phone rang. ‘Hello?’ ‘Where in the hell are you,’ came a rather frustrated voice. It was Mark. ‘I’m just getting my car washed and then I’ll be home. Give me about 30 minutes, OK?’ She heard Mark sigh, ‘I’m horny!’ ‘Well so am I,’ she said. ‘What are you wearing,’ Mark asked. Tracy laughed to herself. She explained that she was wearing a skirt and a silk blouse. ‘No panties, I suppose,’ he replied half. His self-confident air, coupled with a nonchalant, debonair, attitude proclaimed him an experienced ladies’ man, or ‘madge badger ‘ as the rank and file would call such a man.I held out my hand. “Wilkommen in England, Rittmeister.”He clasped my hand with a firm grip and gave a vigorous shake, and replied“Vielen Dank, Herr Oberst!”My suggestion of conducting the Royal Progress by barge had not been fully taken up, although the journey from London to Birmingham, and from Bristol to London, would.