Ek beta jo meri hi umra ka tha aur ek beti, jo hum donon se chhti thi. Pata nahin mera dhyaan shuru se hi shaadi-shuda auraton ki taraf hi jyada jaata...tha.Khai main apni makaan malkin ki baat kar raha hoon. waise to main unhein aunty ji kah kar bulata tha par 15 ki umar aate-aate unke naam se mooth marne laga tha. Woh apne ghar ki chhat par roz lagbhag 10 baje din mein nahate waqt apna petticot apne bade-bade mumme par baandh kar kuch karti rehti thi. main jub bhi unhein is haalat mein dekhta. They claim to be trying to keep each other warm. Michael decided to overlook the incident and not report it to the Den Mother. Later that week Michael encountered Cathy on the trail behind her cabin and realized she has been crying. Her eyes were red and blood shot. He was used to consoling his twin sister and offered to sit with her and listen to what was upsetting her. His offer was not taken well.“I have NOT been crying,” She snapped at him. “You just tend to your cub scouts and not meddle. Yes you are." He drained his glass and returned it to the shiny surface of the bar, sliding it forward like it was Rook to Bishop four, leaving a ragged trail of moisture in its wake. "Tell me, how many men in this room do you think want you?" I swept the room, gauging numbers. "Quite a few. Fifteen maybe?" He shook his head. "All of them. Every last man in this room wants to tear that dress from your body and drive his cock inside you. Wants to smell you, taste you, hear you scream as you. I didn’t really see this as cheating and I knew I could trust Sarah for it to go no further. It was really turning me on the thought of another man getting pleasure from my GF nylon feet. A couple of weeks went by and she said she would not try anything until the time was right and said it would have to be in a sort of public environment as she didn’t want to give him the wrong idea by going to his or a hotel as it was just about the feet. She came home one day excited and told me that on.