Bhabhi jab bhi humare ghar aati ya kahi bahar milti to as neighbour mujhe smile kar ke jaya karti thi. Woh bat mujhe sabse acchi lagti thi.So ek din m...ine usko FB pe request sent kiya usne thode time bad accept kiya aur hum waha aise, ‘Hi, Hello’ karke bat start karna chalu kiya. Dhire dhire hum jyada bat karne lage. Aur ab jab ghar pe aati thi to kuch jyada hi smile de ke jati thi.Pehle mere ko thoda ajeeb feel ho raha tha. Fir maine bhi thoda line marna start kar diya. Jab woh bahar aati to. Since then, I had been half way around the world. At the moment, I was home on leave from the Navy. With my leave almost over, I had decided to come out to my old familiar haunts one last time to spend a quiet day fishing on the old Peach Run Creek.However, it was more than that. I wanted a chance to reminisce, a last chance to remember all the fun times and all of my friends—now gone their separate ways.During my whole time home on Leave, I had felt as if I was surrounded by ghosts. The old. Trent laid on the couch nude, stroking his cock while looking at Hannah’s social media profile. After arriving at the apartment and opening the door, Hannah was shocked at the sight while the door closed behind her.“So you gonna give therapy or watch porn all day, doctor?” said Hannah, in her southern accent with a disrespectful tone.“Trent, nice to meet you,” replied Trent, in a lackluster tone.“Oh save the formalities, yankee, aren’t you supposed to give me some weird shit sex therapy,” said. Missy walked in the front door of her house expecting no one to be home. She was eager to run up the stairs and masturbate before her father could come in and ruin it. Already her hands were clawing at her bottoms but she heard a noise. Missy’s face was crushed with disappointment when she heard her father’s voice. Damn it, why did the whole world not want her to fucking masturbate!? What was he doing home anyway?“Daddy?” Missy called out to make sure it was really him.“Missy! Oh Missy, come on.