Chachi ke mamme ab sirf apne white color ke bra me the aur pairb sirf white panty me the.Aslambhai ne chachi ke mammo ki taraf dekh kar kaha ki dekho ...s bra ke wajah se mai tumahara thik nap nahi le pata hu.Tumhe yeh bra nikalna hoga,chachine puch tumhare saamne,aslambhai bole isme burai kya hai,tum muze bhai kehti ho.Yeh keh kar chachi bra nikalne lagi,aur yeh dekhke mai tang raha gaya ke chachi mamme itne gore our bade hai.Chachi ab apne mammo ko apne hato se chupa rahi thi,par maap lene ke. ...she knew what we were doing...and I inadvertently raise my hand to my bearded face smelling your sex on there.I kiss you on the your red lipsticked lips and take your hand, guiding you from behind the table and leading you from the pub to my car.We jump in the car and lean across to each other passionately kissing.I start the engine and we drive out of the car park into a narrow country lane. Before we have left the car park my hand is on your tights clad thigh, pulling up the hem of your. After we had moved everything to the meat locker, Agnes grabbed my arm and dragged me into the mess hall.“You’re a good boy Matt, now you go sit down, and I’ll get you something to eat. Ham and eggs, alright?”“I think that would go down a treat, Agnes.”As soon as I sat down, Agnes brought out a cup of coffee and my mail. Agnes also acted as the unofficial mail clerk for the hands. Delivering mail in the cookhouse made more sense than trying to get everybody together for a mail call. Each hand. "Do you get bored being in here all night?" "Yes. But no one else will do it" She paused for a moment then said "I like to read stories, it passes the time" "What kind of stories do you like? "I like the old stories from my country, they're exciting" "Fantasy stories of handsome princes and romantic encounters, that sort of thing?" I replied She laughed nervously and turned back to the items on the shelf , as she bent forward to reach items at the back, her loose cotton trousers momentarily.