Daddy, I’m really sorry I didn’t listen to you.”“It’s okay, baby girl,” he said, kissing her on the forehead. “But I think we’ve all l...arned a lesson. These guys that think they’re tough enough to abuse women are quick to bitch out when it comes to guys!”We all roared with laughter and I settled back and hit my bong. I was feeling pretty damn good. I taught that fucker a lesson, tortured him to the point where he wished he was dead. My niggas in prison were gonna LOVE him when he got. ‘Bitch!’ I yelled as I grabbed her right tit through her t-shirt and gave her a good squeeze and nipple twist. Shit, she didn’t have a bra on and her tit felt great, I guessed it to be a firm 32B. She slapped my hand away and ran off again calling me a ‘pervert’, her favorite nickname for me. So there I sat for over 30 minutes waiting for my rock hard shaft to go down so I could go inside where I could shower and jerk off to visions of my nearly naked HOT momma and the feel of my sister’s tit!. Even thinking about it worried him that Emily might soon be feeling something she shouldn't pressing against the tight fabric of her workout shorts."I know you're going to hate me for this, but I have to be at school pretty much 24/7 before our first game in a week and a half."Emily's mouth dropped open. She was half-pretending, she'd expected it based on everything he'd been telling her over the phone. When he saw his little sister crack a grin instead of the big grimace he expected, Brad. So let me start my story so we left delhi early morning in our car and after crossing delhi we stopped at some dhaba to have our breakfast and there maa ko toilet jana tha magar dhabe ka toilet itna ganda tha k smell ki wajah se andar koi nahi ja sakta tha waha nashta karne k bad main n maa waha se nikale n ratse me maa ne kaha k unhe fresh hona hai n maine car highway par side me rokiMaine maa se kaha k yaha koi nahi hai app neche uttar k toilet kar lo n main bhi thoda agye hokar kar leta hu..