Or maire dad uski choot chat rahe the or gaand mai ungli kar rahe the jaisa ki maine bataya ki meri maa ki choot pr baal nahi hai unki chot bahot saaf...gori chikni or bahut milky dikh rahi thi eisa lag raha tha jaake mei kha loo unki gaand subha ki roshni mai or bhi chamak rahi thi or gori dikh rahi thiPapa ungli kr rahe the or maa uchal kr aaaaaa …. Aaahhh …. Uhh …… Aaaiii ….. Eisi aavje kr rahi thi sssss uffffff ..Subhe itni hsnti hoti thi ki rrom me vo halki si aavaj bhi saaf suni deti. And I knew, just as certainly, deep inside me, that she wasn’t just glancing down as she passed by. She was staring at us – no, not us, me – greedily drinking in the sight of my naked body as if parched. Now, girls had often looked at me with interest. I knew I was blessed with the kind of face people admired – deep green eyes framed by high check bones, wavy, uncontrolled, chestnut-coloured hair, and a large, smiling mouth filled with teeth I, unlike most of my class, took great care of. But. When a tear did make its way down my cheek she caught it with her tongue. She rubbed my bulging belly and said, "Well if breakfast can get a girl pregnant then baby you be poppin' a little one real soon." Her humor was timed perfectly. I threw my arms around her neck and whispered in her ear, "Take me to bed and I will please you like never before." She pulled back and kissed my lips softly, smiled and answered quite strangely. "That my dear would take some doing!"I took her hand and followed. In truth I thoroughly enjoyed both films, but then they had come from MY collection of classic movies, I didn’t shed tears but the films left me with a warm glow, but that may have been because we had turned back the clock three years to when we spend regular Sundays happily together as a family. With Maggie away, I was in charge of the garden centre, but in truth, most of it could run without my supervision, Jack needed no instructions or guidance about managing the greenhouses, and the.