Vo ghar mai jada tar gownpahanti thi jisamai se unki mast jawani ko mai hamesha ghur ghur kar dekhata rahata tha,mai aur vo hamesha hassi mazak karta ...ahate vo bhi bahut frank thi aur mere room mai bhi ati thi kisi na kisi bahane aur koi kamm hota to muze batati.Aisehi hamari ghahri dosti huyi. Bhabhi bhi aksar muze kuch alag aur nasheeli nazro se dhekhati mai bhi unko kisi na kisi bahane se chune ki koshish karta rahata aur moke dekhata mai ek baaar ghar mai akela tha gharawale function k liye. The hand reached the pubis where the bristles of the hair growing a month tickled my fingertips. His breathing became heavier, but he didn't care about me continuing to type on the machine. Then always with the terror of being turned away (it was a classic for me) I moved the whole body bringing the head to the height of its mount of Venus and I began to kiss her inside. The nostrils began to perceive her essence as a woman, she hadn't taken a shower, (it is not needed to go to bed with her. "Open the door, Peter! Be a man!"I grabbed my phone and called Maria. "Why is your brother trying to break my door in?" You know why." She snapped."If-n I knew why, I wouldn't be asking you." I caught myself and tried to remain calm. "Is this about last night?" What do you think?" I saw her get out of the car. She moved to the base of the front stairs. "He's in there." She told her family."I'm not opening the door, Maria." I told her. "He can bang on it all God damn night, he wanna." They all. What will he think? How can bear his wife sharing bed with own son?” Sunita replied, “We believe that there should be variety in life, sex included. I have already told him that I would like to share bed with you and he has given his consent. If you do not believe me, go and ask him.” Piyush said, “That is not necessary. I believe in what you said”. Sunita once again pulled Piyush on her. She opened up the front of her gown to expose her breasts to my only son. “Mom, may I switch on the bed.