This is my first story on net and i am bit confused to tell you a real story of my family . And if you guys will like my family stories then i will ke...p sending my stories which includes my chachi , baji and bhabbies . Ok lets come to the story , this story is about my chachi which is wife of my dad,s younger brother , she is nearly fifty now but when this story happend that time she was 42 , lets stsrt from there , chachi ki umar us waqat 42 years thee and her older daughter was 20 that time ,. I had known Rick for what seems like forever as Rick's family and mine went back for years, as my father went to school with his older brother and Rick was always hanging around with them. Anyway, as I got to know Rick over the years we both had an interest in photography and Rick had become almost a teacher to me and we ended up building a darkroom at his house. It was not uncommon for me to spend hours at his house working in the darkroom developing photographs. This helped evolve a. Tuning up the P Bass was easy and Jenny plugged it in and played a few notes. Boris didn’t make a sound.“Looks like we’ve lost some valves, now where were the spares?” Jenny found the box for the spare valves, and found it was empty.“Ok, shopping time, lets go and see Paul.”Jenny drove into town and went to the small music shop where she had always bought her strings, there was a young girl at the counter serving a customer. She looked somehow familiar but Jenny couldn’t place seeing her. He had tried, unsuccessfully, to get her number but she'd told him she was married and never mixed business and pleasure.She took the joint from his big meaty hand and drew a long pull into her lungs. Her body was starting to hum and she knew she should get going before she was too fucked up to drive.Michael put his big arm around her and pulled her closer. He smelled good, like expensive cologne, and his big body was hard like granite. The buzz from the pot made her pussy throb and her head.