Kuch der padai kari fir so jata tha main or meri dadi ek hi bed per sote the kyouki dadi ki tabyat theek nahi Raheti thi unhe raat ko kisni na kisi ki...jarurat padti thi ek din ki baat hai main kisi wajah se apni dadi k ghar padne nahi jaa saka to meri mom ne meri cosun sister Sneha ko kaha k tum jaa ker dadi k sath so jao sneha us din dadi k pass sone chali gai ( uska figure 28 24 28 complex fair bhaut hi sexy ladki hai yaaro usko dekhte hi lund apna pani jhaad de itni kamal ki hai) next day. He heard the sounds of footsteps in the hall that made their way to the bathroom, but he didn't move a muscle. The footsteps returned to the hallway and came to a stop before his door. A soft rap let him know that it was his sister; only she refused to pound on the plaswood like the rest of the family. The door opened quietly and confirmed his educated guess."So, the great swinging cock is finally awake," she announced with a certain malicious glee, as she peered into his one eye."Where are my. .”. He stopped as I slowly stood up.“Don’t. Call. Me. That” I said slowly. “Don’t you fucking dare call me missy”“I’ll do whatever...”. The words coming out of his mouth tailed off as I started to walk around the table towards him. I was fucking furious that this jumped up little man could have the cheek to call me missy.I walked right up to him. We were face to face. Toe to toe. His face was now almost white as a sheet.“Don’t you fucking EVER call me that. In fact you will NEVER call me. Brad’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when I opened the door, wearing nothing except for a black sparkly bra, matching thong, and heels.I invited Brad into my kitchen. “What can I get you, honey,” I asked as I walked over to the fridge.“Beer’s fine,” he replied, and I was sure he was getting a good look at my ass when I bent over, reaching in for two beers. I turned around with a naughty smile on my face and walked over to him, placed his beer in his hand. We popped our cans open and made a.