The walls were of milk chocolate, the furniture, white sand. A pale rug covered the darkened hardwood flooring, charred logs lay in a broken pile on t...e fireplace floor and on the mantle were pictures of two little girls Karen remembered seeing with their grandmother at church. There was no picture of Jake and no picture of, what was his wife’s name? ‘Like a drink?’ Jake offered nervously. ‘Sure.’ ‘What?’ ‘What what?’ ‘What would you like?’ ‘Whatever you are pouring,’ Karen followed him to. After that, she came out of the bathroom. I didn’t know what to do and so I ran again and hide under the bed. She was drying her body with the towel standing near the mirror again.At that time, her towel slipped from her hand and fell on the ground. When she bent down and picked towel, she saw me! She shouted and asked me what I was doing in her room. I explained to her that I was trying to prank her and wasn’t spying on what she was doing.I was answering all her questions looking at her boobs.. That's the part that caught my attention. Tristan never willingly went shopping it was always a fight to get him to do so. "Tell my why you're really home late? Were you fucking that new receptionist? Is that why you're late home?" I demanded "What?! You really think that lowly of me? You think that I would fuck someone else when I know that I have the best damn fuck that I've had in my life waiting for me at home?!" He roared offended that I would even think such a thing. "Oh come on Tristan!. Kyonki blouse me ladkiyo ke hath bahut sundar dikhte he. Ekdam gore gore hath blouse me se nikate huye. Aur chudiyon ki aavaj aur bhi kamukta peda karti he. Isiliye mene unki jewelry nahi nikali.Mene Didi ki hath ki ungaliyo me apni ungaliya bharayi. Unki armpit ko pehle dhire se kiss kiya. Fir thode thode interval me kiss kiya. Ese 40-50 kiss kiye honge mene aur Didi ke amrut jese pasine ko pi gaya. Unke pasine me unka apnapan tha. Unki armpit ko jitna kiss karo utna kam tha. Aakhir Didi to.