Maine aab halkese meri jebbh bahar nikalkar chut ki lakeer pe ghumayi vaise vo ekdam sahar uthi aur chatpatane lage kya kar rahe ho jaidi aja kutee vo...aab galiya bakane lagi mai bhi shouk ho gaya magar laga raha aab mai ne janbuchake muh piche hataya tab usne saara jar lagakar mere muh ko chut pe dabaya aab mai bhi bahut garam ho chuka tha too maine unki chut mai puri jeebh ghusate chusne laga avo bhi maje se mere baalo mai hath ghumate jannat ka maja lene lage sitkartee chatpatate maza lene. " I'm ready" came back a sultry voice; Joelle stepped forward in to the light.Greta's jaw dropped slack as she saw the fully developed version of Joelle for the first time, she was drop dead gorgeous. Her shiny Auburn hair cascaded past a striking gypsy face with high check bones and dark deep set eyes promising sensual forbidden pleasures. A long angular neck perched elegantly on smooth alabaster shoulders, clearly visible now Joelle had folded back Joes old shirt, and unbuttoned it to the. When father is away from home my mother, Kavita and myself take the full charge of our home. At night even we sleep together after dinner and watching TV. When father comes home, he asks us of our problems and wants. Kavita in her usual childish way says every thing and every body’s want to father. Before I could speak anything to father, she would have completed every thing. My mother always remarks her smart care for me and remarks smilingly, “Prem, you have a very caring and loving sister,. But most often, for crooks like these, I indulged in my fantasies of being a super hero. I would sense the fear of the victim and intervene. Usually pummeling the crook in the process. Sometimes I had everyone believe that the victims fought back, sometimes it was attributed to a 'good Samaritan' who always had a different description. Once I even had everyone believe that one of the crooks, a guy on his first stick-up, had had a change of heart and stopped his partner halfway through the.