Lots of pictures of Danielle and her Mum and Dad. They both looked a few years younger than me. The Mother was no beauty, but she looked almost as fil...hy as her son. There was an armchair that I had to assume was her Fathers regular seat as it was surrounded by the remotes and various manly publications, I sat there. Danielle came back in the room with one of her Fathers cans of beer from the fridge. “Here you are Daddy”. I opened the can and took a swig, my “son” was standing in front of me. Our heads were close together and Kent leaned in to begin kissing my neck, sending waves of shivers up my spine. I could feel his beard and mustache whiskers sc**** roughly against my smooth face. Finally, his lips reached mine and he parted them with his tongue which began feeling out mine inside my mouth. Hungrily we kissed and our tongues played with each, jockeying for position over the other. With his strong arms he pulled me fully on top of him. I straddled his legs as we continued our. Face wash karke wapas aane tak train chut chuki thi. Mein apne seat pr aake baitha toh dekha vo aadmi nai tha par ek lady baithi thi meine usse smile di aur apne seat pe baith gaya. Baith ne par meine uss lady ko thik se dekha toh vo young thi just married salwaar kameez pehne hue. Uska face raat k roshni me bohot cute laag raha tha. Train me andhera hone k karan uska figure samajh nai raha tha. Phir meine usse hi kaha aur apna naam bataya vo b muskarayi aur apna naam bata Pune( I cant tell her. Poooch…pooch karke mom ke mummae choosane laga…… aur bola cha lab billi ka muh kholo chuha tayaar hai .Mom : kahan se jayega iske muh mein……. Peeche se ya saamne seKamal : chor raaste se…….Mom ghodi ban gayee aur boliAa ja mere shikaar… aa ja billi ke muh mei…Papa ke dost ne do baar lund uski gand pe maaro aur fir mom ki billi ke muh mein daal diya.Fir dhake maarne laga… mom ke bhari barkam melons hilne lage….Kamal : kya baat hai aaj dairy farm bade hil rahe hain….. lagta hai kafi time se doodh.