After a while, he gets up and starts to leave the room. I wake up and look at him. He tells me to go back to sleep and walks out. I start to fall back...asleep. I move my one arm so that my hand rests on your hip. I stroke it softly in my sleep, kiss your neck lightly, and pull you closer to me slipping my hand down so that it lies on the bed snug to your side right under your breast. I fall back into a light sleep and wake back up when my hand moves and brushes your breast. I awake and kissed. I am writing for the first time on this so, please forgive me for any mistakes. This is 100% true story about how I fucked my bhabhi in my society.Let’s start the story. I live In Ahmedabad and in my society there was my friend older than me. Soon after his marriage, he was sent to the USA by his company for a project for a year. So bhabhi became our friend quickly. We all used to hang out. Her name was Riya (not real name). She was 5’6 and she looks very beautiful.One day at midnight I was too. Her abs pulling tight sent the lines of her pelvis into sharp relief and outlined the curve of her sex against the tight grey cotton briefs causing Captain Garrick’s eyebrow to arch even further as he leered at her.“Some wingman you are! If we had been in combat I could have been dead you useless bitch!” Rayven almost screamed as she drew back her arm once more and the electro-whip crackled through the air to strike across her back for a third time.The truth was she could take much more of this. “They showed up a week later, just appearing around us. We had no idea anyone else was even in the same territory. They took every bit of gold we had, our pack animals, even our mining tools.”“Wow.”Elsa sighed. “Yeah, wow. We’ve thought about it since then. They knew we had gold, even knew exactly which pack animal it was on. Then a couple of weeks later we got word Murphy was found at the claim, shot in the back. Twice. There was nothing left of the camp and even his boots and coat were.