Toh story start hoti mere dadi ke naye ghar se meri dadi ka naya ghar ban raha tha waha dinbhar kaam chalta tha ek floor complete tha dusra bann raha ...ha toh raat mein main wahi sota tha akele kyunki neeche waley floor mein hum samaan shift kar chuke the kyunki neeche wala floor pehle se bana hua tha ,toh dosto is story ki heroiene hai pados wali bhabhi nikita jo ek teacher hai rang savla baal ghane aur lambe chaal aise haye hosh ud jaye chaltey samey unki gaand aise matak thi hai ki kya batau. Louis looked at me, slowly shaking his head. ‘Barb, you are such a tease. Do you know what I do with little teases?’ ‘Spank them?’ I said coyly. ‘Waste of time. I prefer to show them the error of their ways by fucking them silly …’ With that, Louis pushed me supine onto his bed. He pulled off his shorts and briefs. He then lifted my skirt and pushed his full erection into my box. With a wild look in his face, he pinned my arms at my sides with his arms and pounded me hard from a position. "Morris worked the shell with his front paws and teeth.The day they were to leave, Lindsay had taken off to pack and clean the apartment. Frank had not arrived home until eight o'clock, sour and grumpy, and then subjected Lindsey to a four hour drive. She had slept most of the way, but Frank had redeemed himself, taking Lindsey to bed and riding her as he had not done since their first weekends together. She had hobbled to the bathroom at three a.m., bowlegged in embarrassment. Morris showed up. They fired me for absences I could not control. Trying to get that job back.(bashful) If you could do anything you wanted to what would that be?(SteveZ) What I would love to do is write and/or edit for a living at a publishing house or newspaper.(a_super_hero) What areas do you like to focus on more: plot, scene descriptions, clothing, personality or dialog?(SteveZ) I love being very particular about describing a scene, especially in telling the reading what is being worn and what the person.