A Prophet is just a man that see's the possibilities and probabilities as a rational construct. I had thought long and hard what a Prophet was and thi...k my view is reality rather than religious fiction.Tonight Tracy watched TV wearing a babydoll nightie and as she watched TV I snuck looks at her long naked legs, her belly where it showed and her baby doll face but most of all I stared at her breasts, encased in thin cotton that moved as her breath entered and existed, breasts so sweet and her. There was no need of further expressions and she knew that. A shadow of apprehension passed through her face which disappeared when she looked into my eyes. Through the intensity of my eyes she gauged the effort with which I held myself. I then opened my arms and she rushed into me, held me tight. The way the earth bears the holy Ganges, she pulsed on my chest, her warmth a welcome solace for my arms.She worried her lower lip with her teeth and peeking through her eyelashes, she said “Are you. I was shocked to see her. I thought pills might have worked. And then I found that pills have really worked on her, she was watching at my dick. She then came and inquired what I was doing. I said everything.What happened next was shocking, she caught my dick and started to give a handjob. I started to moan as I was enjoying. She even sucked my dick. And then it was my turn to lick her pussy, in no time I removed her pant and saw that she was not wearing her panty and her pussy had little. Since she was newly married and ayush had to take car to office he suggested to call amit to pick bhabhi up and drop her to the exam centre and then take her back to home…. Swati di too wanted to go along with them and so ayush too agreed…… and then I found something fishy going in….. Amit brought bike instead of car to drop bhabhi…. and swati just seated behind amit and then bhabhi….. Her breasts were crushed on amit’s back…. This went on for 2 days and in third day I decided to follow them…...