.our bola’Ab”..maa ne kha.. “AA ab mere upper chad Ja ‘ mai maa pe chad gaya maa ne apni sadi upper ki..chadi nikali..our mera lund hath me pa...ad ker apne bur pe rakh dya..our bola” Chal ..ab mughe jhatke de” maine maa ko jatkhe de na chalu kya, mai itna excite tha ke mera lund na pura jata tha our na mai thick se jatkhe de pata tha..our usi waqt excitement ke wajase mera pani maa ke bur me girne ke wajay maa ke bur pe yane bhar hi gir gaya. Mai utha our Nirash tha tabhi maa ne kha. “ Koi, bat. He's confident ,and you know even if you haven't been there he would just pleasure you no end .lolI had the week to myself and I wasn't going to waste me week at home not doing anything,this time I would enjoy my free time as much as I could .Getting ready was always a pleasure to ,it was easy to decide just what to wear ,black lace dress,short....and stockings .no ,nothing else would be needed ....perhaps a change of clothes for the journey home next day ,because I had no intention of going. "Do you mean you're going to teach us how to hunt?" "A good question for once. No, I'm not! You're going to do what I did: learnhow to hunt unaided, with no resources but your native wit to fall back on.For some reason, I'm not optimistic, but since I don't much care, I can livewith it." Polly now spoke: "Wh-what does Papa have to say about this?" Papa stepped out from behind his wife at this point and said: "Papa concurswith Mama on this one, kids. It's the way of our species: survival of the. " NO! You are hurting about something and I don't like seeing you hurt. Tell me what the problem is." Damn, sis! You have your secrets and I have mine! Can't you just let go?" Mike, you are my darling brother. It hurts me to see you hurting. I'm beginning to think I know what your problem is, but I need you to say it out loud." She was holding both my hands and looking into my eyes. God, my sister is so beautiful."Tom and I saw the party last Friday night." I blurted."Oh, God. No wonder you are.