Ek din mein apni byke per ghar aa raha tha mein ny dakha woh paydal jaa rahi thi uss ku paseena aaya huwa tha mein ny us ku kaha mein chour dyta hn au...ty woh hans di aur kaha thek hai woh meri byke per bath gyi lykin mera dil kr raha tha k woh mere louray per bath jaye woh mere sath chimat ker bahti thi us k breast kafi tight thy aur meri qamar sy touch hu rahy thy mein jan bojh ker break lagata woh mujh sy chimat jati aur us k breast mujhy maza dyty.Mein ny us sy kaha k aunty tum bohat zalim. He seemed a little apprehensive initially, but soon he got to work on my neck and shoulders. Looking down expectantly I was totally elated when I saw the tent in his shorts.I then placed my hands on his sides, to ‘steady’ myself as he massaged me. As I did so he stopped for a few seconds, before continuing.‘Great!’ I thought, ‘he didn’t ask me to remove my hands.’Moving my hands down to the top of his pyjamas I very slowly began pushing his shorts down. Again he froze, before he continued. " I wonder what she wanted?" Her and my mom are good friends. Who knows." Maybe it's because she saw us together." Maybe. I don't care anyway."Just then Roberts mom walked out of the house. "Renee? Your motherwants you to come home."Robert took me home, dropping me off at the street. I ran in thehouse only to see my parents and Mrs. Sutton sitting there. I didn'tknow what to do, and started for my room when Mrs. Sutton asked me tostay."You look very nice my dear." Uhh...thanks." Your mother. . 6As he struggled back from the fields with a huge sack of grain in hisarms, Burt dwelled on the reasons for his sudden demotion. He couldn't believe he'd had his duties taken away from him. As far ashe now knew, he had always been a hardworking man and to have hisresponsibility removed was deeply demoralising. He kicked himself fornot working hard enough, not following his orders to the letter andquickly enough. He was too big a dunce; that was the problem. Everyoneknew how thick he was and.