"Do you want me to take care of that for you?" I ask him over his shoulder, giving his stomach a couple of swipes with the fingertips of my real hand....Would you mind." He asks carelly tiping his head back.He moves his hands in a couple of gestures that I interpate as, I want your ass. I step around him carefully, so as to not turn too much and slide in front of him. Once I am in front of him, Nimrod wastes no time in grabbing my hips and pulling me toward him. He is a couple of inches taller. She was still holding her hands clasped behind her back and stood up straight. Almost as if she was proud. The breasts were starting to get a little more color and I was satisfied.The other breast received the same rutine. Ten hard slaps from the top down, holding nothing back. Seeing her standing there and receive my slaps without a murmur, was almost more than I could handle. Her parted lips were now so far apart that she had an open mouth. The sight could almost make me come. And the icing. He found himself having many deep and meaningful conversations with her after he had completed her yard each week.Emily had been a source of inspiration when it came to selecting a future course of studies towards his chosen career. He also found himself sharing his frustrations about trying to date girls of his own age. He shared the fact that he was as virgin.She reassured him that still being a virgin at the age of 15 wasn’t the end of the world.As he grew older, he found himself checking. Tab main darwaza lock kar living mein baithe apne papa ko dekhi. Woh ab tak mujhe dekh rahe the. Lekin jaise hi main unhe dekhi to woh nazar wapas TV ke taraf le liye.Main living ko apne papa ke paas gayi aur unke bagal main aith gayi. Papa kuch na bole aur TV par hi nazar lagaye rakhe. Tab main baat chedne ke liye poochi: Waise Amit bhaiya kidhar hai aaj?Papa: Uska aaj bhi koi interview hai.Main: Aaj? Kal to kuch nahi bataye woh.Papa: Haan mujhe bhi aaj subah hi bataya.Main papa ke baazu par.