Kabhi kabhi to meri cahchi hamesha unke stuff(bra,panty) bathroom me hi sukhane ke liye rakhti thi me unke bathroom me jakar unke bra or panty churake...apne ghar le jaa kar unko smell karte hue or chachi ki panty ko lund pe lapete muth marta tha. Unke ball ko mene karib 5-6 bar dekha h kyuki unke ghar me jata rehta tha to vo jab nighty pehnti thi to saaf safai krte waqt me sofe pe beth ke uske jhukte waqt dekhta tha mene chachi ki gand ko bhi haat lagaya h or ek baar mera lund bhi touch kiya tha. My lifelong brunette wife had her dyed blonde for the occasion. She was dressed in a low cut, high on the thigh black dress that emphasized her ample breasts. She looked sexy as hell. I watched her from a distance for a couple of moments. I was just about to send a drink her way when I noticed a man approach her at the bar. He ordered a drink for himself and turned to Linda and spoke a few words. Soon the bartender placed a drink in front of her. She laughed as she chatted him up and I noticed. He certainly would not have done that.”I heard a metallic noise and turned. It came from a metal door to the side that was not completely closed. A sign in Yokuta writing above it, the door kept moving and repeating the metallic sound, as if it was animated by a draft of wind. “Can you read that?”Plemo squinted his eyes. “Only partially. I don’t know all Yokuta glyphs. It says something about Train, Wares, Connection, and if I read that right it says something about shop or shops below.”“I bet. Soon the narration started with my sister's own voice: "My name is Moira Shane. As a documentarian I have often attempted to show life with all its ups and downs. But this time I, like all the great artists of our times, have set out to challenge our views instead." Moira's voice droned on. At least she claimed she had done something different this time. I had seen enough films of our family and her hobbies.Then there was an artistic cut, and an older woman with a short and practical haircut.