.kya bhabhi ji ??Sweta….gusse me aake….sale bhadve..ab natak mat kar….bol na..apne mu se….ki..tu muje chodna chahta hai…..aur kitna tadpayeg... ??Jab se tuje dekha hai…tere se chut marvana chahti hu…isiliye ye sexy kapde pahenti hu….lekin tu sala…..harami ki aulad….mere naam ki muth mar ke rah jata hai…..kamine….kabhi socha nahi..ye sweta kya karti hogi ??Uske muh se gali sun ke muje bahut accha laga…mene apne dono hatho se uska mu pakad ke…uske lips se..apne lips chipka diye…Sofe pe hi..uske. Gwen was happy and told her shewas glad to help and that I was the sweetest little girl she had evermet.We walked into a huge room with a very long table and my special chairwas there. This time auntie Helen lifted me up and put me in it. Sheattached the little table and tied a big bib that covered my sleep setfrom my neck to my feet.She sat down next to me and that is when I saw a big thick book infront of her. She opened it so I could see and it was filled withpictures of me they had taken. I handle all the new hire paperwork and one day I needed a new guy in the warehouse to fill a couple of forms out. I walked out to the warehouse and tracked down the warehouse manager. I was wearing pretty flowery dress since it was springtime. It showed off my legs and boobs. I found him and he smiled and said I always make his day. I told him I needed to find this new guy who I had not met. He yelled back to the loading dock calling out the guys name which was John. From a group of guys I saw. Her mid-shoulder length, sandy blond hair framed a pleasant, if plain, face. She had a typical high school girl figure. Her curves were evident and fresh, as was her clean, fresh, sex appeal. Her weight was probably holding her back in the boyfriend department. She was about twenty-five to thirty pounds above optimum, but after the decades of sampling what the feminine half of the world has to offer, I still liked a girl with some flesh on her bones.Carrie – I remembered her name just as I was.