Those type, who hate anyone seeing their schlongs. This wasgoing to be fun. "Hey, girlie. What are you doing in *our* lockerroom?"I could see him t...rough the slots in the stall. He was naked, coweringand facing away, bent over, his hands down in front covering something."I'm not a girl!" shrieked the punk.I burst into the stall. "Prove it! Show me your beaver, Beaver." No, go away!" he whined, cowering. "I'm not a beaver!"I crouched down and grabbed his ankles. I shot back up, flipping. Ab mai ek haat jo aunty ke piche daala tha wo unke right boobs per le gaya aur sahane laga . Ab uncle ne unki legs ko utha kar central table ke upper rakh diya sari ghutano tak utha dee aur kaha ki bachhe ko darashan to kara de. Aunty ne apna sir piche kar liya aur kud per kaabu karane ki kosish karane kagi . unki sase tej ho chuki thi. Uncle unkind legs per kiss kar rahe the aur mai unke gale per. Fir mai bhi niche ki or badha aur mai bhi ek leg per kiss karane laga unkind jaaghe bahut gori. .. not a minute has gone by that mind hasn’t wandered back to that moment. I guess you grew on me ... in more ways than one.”“They do say that coffee is an acquired taste,” she joked, trying to diffuse the tension with humor. For all of her attempts at seduction, she was oddly stilted, perhaps Polars were not accustomed to heartfelt confessions. “And here I was thinking that I had you wrapped around my finger,” she continued, “but I guess I’ve been upstaged. Maybe your poker face isn’t so bad. ." she gaped."SHUT UP!" Dad roared, "I've heard just about enough out of you. How dare you got through Lisa's things? Just what gives you the right to pry into other people's private affairs?" But Adam," she gasped, "I was only..."I couldn't believe what I was hearing, my father wasn't angry with me he was angry with her, but despite that I knew that he would soon turn his attention to me and I dreaded that moment."You were only nosing around, prying into matters that don't concern you!" Dad.