My brother left for Dubai entrusting his family duties on me. So bhabhi and her mother shifted to Bangalore to my place. I was happy to have my dream ...irls with me.Bhabhi and Salma started staying with me. Initially, everything went normal. After a month when I got the mobile phone bill of bhabhi, I noticed that her bill amount was big. But she used the landline number to talk to my brother. She had nobody else to talk to. They don’t have relatives and had only a very few friends.So I thought. He can come home once a month. Beside this I give froze 1000. Rahim went for his job. I was very happy by thinking that now I can see Firoza whole day. Her beautiful breasts, belly and hip was killing me. She is very unaware about wearing sarees. As a middle aged woman she cannot imagine how much hungry I am to eat her body. But her son’s were doing disturb in my job. So I send them in hostel for doing study. Now only I and Firoza alone live in the big house. I become very crazy to have her.. They always went out. After returning home one drunken night my father confided in me that he didn’t want to bring another woman around the house if she wasn’t going to last. He said that I didn’t need that, especially after just losing my mother.My father had expected his tryst with Pamela to be nothing more than a fling, but they managed to last months longer than he originally planned. Soon, those months turned into years, and the two of them decided to get married.Once my father was sure he. Dreamed. Each word was punctuated with another kiss. I never stop thinking about you. Every second of every day is filled with you. And yes, Ive thought about there being a next time. Lightly, she touched her fingers to his face and drew it upward, telling him to look at her. Me too. Her last words before he pulled them together, drawing her lips to his. It was a kiss with passion, but lacking frantic desperation. His hands inched downward, sliding along her body until he reached her upper.