Phir me ne chachi ka hath pakda or kaha chachi ap bohot achi ho luv u chachi boli hat pagal me bola chachi sachi me ap ko 1 bar sex krna h chachi ne m...jhe 1 chamat mara or mene unko sorry bola or kaha pls kisi ko mt bolna or waha se chala gaya 1 gahnte baad chachi aai or darwaza band krliya chachi boli tu mujhe sachi pyar krta h me bola ha or wo hasne lagi mene unhe pakda or kiss krne laga wo phle mana kr rahi thi phir wo bhi sath dene lagi or wo bhi kiss karne lagi phir mene chachi k kapde. There was no other way to reach her, no way to send her a note in some half-assed attempt to explain myself. I had nearly given up even trying as several days had passed. Then suddenly, I had no sooner signed on to the site when I received an instant message from her. I remember to this very day what she then said to me. ‘So, was I too horny? Or just too old for your tastes?’ she’d asked me point blank. She had left out the third letter ‘L’. ‘She was also a lady,’ I reminded myself. I had. ”“So ... I should decide my wishes?”“Yup.”“Standard drill.”“Yup.”“I want to be able to recall all of my memories,” James said. “But none of this remembering it all at once crap.”“Gotcha.”“That’s wish one.”“I’m going to cut you some slack and help you set the parameters on this wish. Because I like you. Well, actually, I like the beer. How far back do you want the memories to go?”“Interesting,” James hadn’t thought about that, “As far back as I can get, I imagine. Hmm. Would you allow me to. The top was just two triangles of lavender cotton with little fish embroidered in black thread. The bottom was just a similar triangle in front -- barely covering your crotch -- with a narrow strip of fabric connecting to another triangle in back. Black cords crisscrossed over each hip, holding the triangles in place. It was perfect for you, and revealed so much of your nubile curves. God, I wanted to fuck you right then on your sixteenth birthday, but I waited until your mother went to visit.