And Three–(here’s the kicker, folks) my hands generally–hell, NEVER-come away from my head looking like they’d just been raked through a week-...ld slice of cherry cheesecake. I sort of sat there for a minute, or maybe ten, wide-eyed and half-hyperventilating… looking at my bloodied hands… crying… seeing another chunk of that macabre cheesecake dangling from the ‘5Ë’ on my Pulp Fiction poster, spots of blood clinging to Uma Thurman’s prone body… eyes moving to the stereo–glass front busted in,. I always dreamed to fuck her. We are four people in the house including the parents and brother was in government so he has to live of town almost all of the time. He comes home once in several months that too for 7-8 days.Now I come to the story. This happen one few months back. I and bhabhi was very close to each other. She used to be very happy with me. We use to spend lot of time each other while watching TV or browsing internet. We use to share each and every thing for us. She was mine one. Maggie reached for my cock, taking it in her hand and gently massaging the length. I quickly grew hard in her hand."Where are your friends," I asked nervously as I looked over her shoulder?"Don't worry Mister. They're busy working their asses off, which is what I intend to do too."My cock quickly grew hard in her hand as she went from massaging to stroking it. I leaned into her and kissed her soft, open lips. Her tongue eagerly met mine as she stroked me. My hand wrapped around her waist,. .. Yet, it held a note of deathly power. That's what Kerry said my voice sounded like. He thought."Call me Mikey... And it's a pleasure to meet ya." He said, transfixed by the girls blue eyes. No wonder she wears shades... Probably gets tired of people staring at her.Michael figured he had better quit staring because Alex took on a knowing smile. He looked at the boy in the suit. He arched an eyebrow expectantly. The boy looked nervous as hell. His hands were fidgeting. But finally he got up.