"Well as you know Polly, I live just down the road from here, alone since my wife passed away and I've always had a lady to come in every day to clean...and do my washing and generally help with whatever I can't manage."He paused for breath again before continuing."She handed me her notice this morning, apparently her husband's company are sending him to Scotland to work for two years and of course she'll be going with him, so I need a housekeeper."He looked embarrassed and quite uncomfortable."I. I.l. opened the door and let them in. it was 3 p.m. and I took a tray full of snacks and entered the living room, my heart thudding in anticipation! Uncle Devan was staring hard at my hard nipples which were poking out of the thin material of my top. I could not find my f.i.l. anywhere. I did not have to search for long; soon I felt his hard crotch pressing against my soft butt, his hands on my naked waist, holding on to the soft white creamy folds, I felt so weak in his powerful presence,. And I decided to take the risk.“I really wish I could go back in time and give the old me some courage to come up to you directly and tell you how I felt about you. But I guess I can’t do that. But what I can do is to never let that happen again. And so, I wanna tell you, Priya, that I still like you”.And she replied, “Well, you waited long enough”. Why do girls play these mind games with us? Just a simple yes or no would’ve sufficed. If the reader wants to call me an idiot for not reading. Blaine cleaned out his poop shoot. He kept streaming lukewarm water into his pussyhole until the liquid ran back out clear three times in a row. Satisfied, the cutie with the narrow, taut, O-shaped booty hopped in the shower. Blaine lathered up and gently scrubbed using a loofa sponge. He shaved his legs until they were sleek and hairless. After rinsing off his luscious body, he stepped out and wrapped himself in a towel.Blane sprayed some detangler on his dark brown hair. He picked through it.