Bhaiya ne mujhe dekha aur kaha shikha cam bad ker de aur tu baher mera wait ker.lekin models ne kaha shikha tu yahi ruk aur dekh k apne behenchod bhai...ko.main wahi ruk gayi.bhaiya uthe aur unhone ek model ko pakad ke uski chut pe chata.aur jor jor se chatne lage.fir unhone oil liya aur khoob Sara uski chut aur apne lund pe dala aur fir ek hi jhatke main uski chut pel di.chut main lund jate hi woh cheekhane lagi.boli behenchod dheere chod na.bhaiya ne kaha randi saali abhi to tujhe fadne wala. Each customer interaction was started and consummated with a genuine smile; I knew it was because it always reached her eyes. Every now and then that Aussie accent would be interrupted by one of her throaty, melodic laughs. Her messy bun did nothing but accentuate her beauty, it added to her endearing quality of authenticity. My God does she favor Grace.My loins subtly stirred at the thought of my late first wife. I reminisced on her cascading, blonde tresses and her smoky cobalt eyes that. .Then at the second day, she herself gave her number, we did phone sex at that day, we both dimmed a lot on that night..Her husband was outside the home for work , so she called me one day to come to her home, I went, as I knocked d door, I was stunned , she was wearing a half saree with sexy look, and she too was stunned to see me as I look very handsome, so any aunties in hyderabad, don’t miss me.She couldn’t control herself after seeing a handsome boy like me, she pulled me inside and closed. For so many years, the real me had been a secret, the best kept secret. I was the only person who knew me, who knew what went around in my head. And then Kent had come and picked me apart and seen everything and put me back together but with a piece of him in there too. He knew me inside out.I was wearing his favourite dress. I always wore his favourite dress when I’d done something wrong, like it might distract him from punishing me. It never did. Insanity. Doing the same thing over and over.