Dosto meri age 19 hai or meri sister ki age 22 hai. Meri sisterbahut hi sexy hai jo bhi use dekhta hai dekhta hi reh jaata hai. Wo thodi healhtyhai to...uske sath sex karne me or bhi maza aata hai. Wo fashion designing karrhi hai. Uske bade boobs hai moti gand hai, bahut sexy hai wo. To baat us dinki hai jab rakshabandhan aane waala tha.Mai bahut dino se apni sis k sath sex karne ki soch rha tha,but kabhi mauka nhi mil rha tha. To maine socha k rakshabandhan par parents torelative k yha chale. I pretended complete bemusement."You feel then, Bea, your independence, or your freedom, whatever you want to call it, exists only because men have permitted it?" In a patriarchal society, such as we have, it could not be otherwise," I said."I think you must hate us men very much," he imagined. "Tell me then, Bea. I'm calling you Bea, I hope you don't mind. Tell me that you don't hate me. I should feel terrible if you said otherwise." Why don't you fix me another drink?" I asked, tiring of his. How are you? Do you have a name? If not, I can give you one. It's my job, if you care to know."Startled, the woman turned, smiled, and answered, "Hi yourself, Mister. I'm fine. I've been wondering when you'd be coming along. Yes, I have a name. God told me to call myself 'Eve'. You must be the famous 'Adam' he's told me about?" Yes ma'am, Adam is my name," I responded. "I'm very happy to meet you, Eve. God has only told me a few things about you. Hell, he didn't mention anything about how. “Don’t you agree too, Mr Abover?” I said sweetly while starting his arm up again.“Uh. Yes! Fletcher, send them out so I can deal with this punk,” he wheezed.“Wait,” I said, “one more thing. My suggestions only apply to the six who were here when I arrived. I have some really major concerns about Miss, uh ... Denise, what’s your name? ... Roberts? Right?”She looked at me hopefully, nodded, and barely whispered, “Yes.” I nodded back.Fletcher said, “This is all irregular but we can sort it all out.