Last week meri mousi aur mami khas chodne ke liye mere ghar pe aaye the ye uski story hai mere mousi ko pata tha ki main mami k chut main lund pelta h... lekin mami ko nahi pata tha ki main mousi ko chodta hu,lekin dono ek sath jab aaye to main hairan ho gaya , jab rat ko mousi pahle se hi mere room main aake so gayi thi aur thodi der bad mami bhi aayi aur unhone mousi ko dekh ke puccha ye bhi yaha sone wali hai kya?Maine ha kaha aur mami ko kaha aap bhi yaha so jao main tum dono ke bitch main. " I quickly pulled the sheet over me, hoping to hide my obvious hard on.She slowly opened the door and hesitantly stood in the doorway. She had put on a white cotton shirt that hung to about mid-thigh. She looked disheveled, with her hair all messed up, eyes all red, and tears running down her face."Daddy are you mad at me?" She asked."No. No," I tried to reassure her."You're not disappointed in me? You don't hate me?" She cried."Oh god no. I don't hate you. Come here baby."I held my arms out. Usne kaha , mujme kya acha hai, mai bola kaise batao bahut acha hai…. To jid karne lagi ki batao na, to maine bola ki bata nahi sakta, waise maine to aise hi bola tha but wo jid karne lagi to maine socha ki try karte hai kuch baat ban jaye kyonki hum dono kafi khul ke baat karte the. Maine tab tak kisi ke sath sex bhi nahi kiya tha to socha aaj shrubat kar di jaye, to neha boli kyo nahi bata sakta to maine kaha tuje bura lag jayega.To neha boli tu kuch bhi bolega mai bura nahi manongi. Uske. "How about a game?" he asked.I was in no mood to gamble money, but I was wondering what he'd propose. "And what kind of game is that?" Texas hold 'em. Simple enough and always fun."That's fine," I responded "but no money. I'm too drunk to worry about that."We decided instead to play with quarters from the change jar. Mark set to shuffling the deck and teaching Dee the rules (she had never played), while I engaged in an aside with Sarah about our jobs. She hated hers about as much as I disliked.