Khair aise he 3 din bit gaye ek din achanak mousaji ne mujhe phn kiya kaha vishal jara meri behen kumkum aha rahi hain jara station chale jao wo aur u...ke husband aha rahe hain maine kaha thk hain main chala gaya unhe lane stain par train late thi1hr fir main mall chala gaya ghumne tabhi half hr shyad hua hoga phn aaya unknown n.O.Se ke vishal kaha ho hum station aha gaye hain main ghabra kar jaldi se paucha maine unke pao chuye dono ke chi unke husband ke muh se baas aha rahi thi sharab ki aur. She knew I hated being called that. She must have been in a playful mood again.I stifled a groan. I hadn't realised it was noon already, and had only just finished breakfast. Sunday was the only day I could actually lie in. Trying not to show how tired I was, I followed Michelle into our bedroom.After rummaging around in my underwear drawer, Michelle pulled out a bright pink bikini top and threw it at me. "Here, try this on," she said, as if I had a choice. I wasn't really in the mood to dress. Sports reporters often commented that Clint played every game like it was the “Super Bowl.” They thought that his goal was the “Hall of Fame.” Hell no, he played that way, because that is the way his old man played the game of life. Clint’s mother had died two years ago. That made he and his father even closer. “Any woman in your life, Clint?” “No Sir. You know, I wish that I had hooked up with a gal, before all this fuss was made about me. Now, I have the feeling that a gal that comes on to. Are you going to take your underwear off?”“I’m not wearing a bra,” she said. “I’m uncomfortable with the idea of riding around in public with no underwear.”“Nobody can see, silly,” said Beth. “And, Dave has to drive, so he can’t see.”I could see Jen wiggling around in the rear view mirror and I assumed she was pulling her panties off. I was now convinced they were serious about sharing me. Arriving at our spot, Beth said, “Go ahead and get in the back seat with Jen.”Pulling my cock back.