Mene kaha “bhabi mey iss din ka kabse intazar kar raha tha”vo boli “roka kisne hey aao aaj muje khush karo mey tumari hu.”Bhabi ne saree phene...thi ,mene pallu hataya,aur blouse koldiya,bhabi ne netwali blue bra pheni thi.Kya nazara tha mano jannat nasib ho gayi ho.Mey toh pagal ho raha tha unhe dekh Ke.Bhabi boli “sirf dekh ke hi maan baroge ya aage bhi kuch karoge”Mey bra ke uppar se hi boobs dabane laga,aur ek hath se unki sari khol diBhabi aavaj karne lagi”um aaahh raaajj aur kaaroo,jorrrr. Here I was, called upon to deal with an adult female who'd lived her first twenty-one years without any help from me -- save for the first-day-of-her-life newspaper feature.Well, at least she would be accustomed to seeing her name in the papers. I knew enough already to understand that she was George Washington University's best basketball player, male or female, in a generation. She had been second-team All-America as a sophomore and last year had made the first team. All indications were that. He didn't see me as a person. I was only a receptacle for his goo. I hated it, and I vowed I would never treat a fellow human the way he treated me."I didn't hate men when it was over, but I didn't trust them. I did hate him, and I dislike the way too many men treat other people, especially females," I explained."How do you feel about gay men?" one of the sisters asked without raising her hand."As I said before, I believe that everyone should have a right to love anyone of his or her choice. I. I look up to him as I ease my fingers free from my cunt, 'Come here', I say to him, and beckon him with the two wet fingers, whilst turning in the seat to face him as he stands between my open legs.'I know you', I said, suddenly enjoying the look on his startled face, as his eyes drank-in every inch of my exposed flesh.'You like what your looking at', I asked him, to which he just nodded in acquiesce.I was drawing my tongue across my lips, this seemed to intrigue him, 'Take your cock out then',.