Uske aise bte sunkar ma sarmane lgi .To m bola ki dekho ma m apna beta hu.Mujhse mat sarmao.Ma boli ok.Fir nizam bola m apko sigh kar raha hu ye lo 50...lakh ka cheque.Ma bht khus hue aur nizam ke gale lag gaye.Isi tarah rat ho gaye aur sone ka samay ho gaya nizam bola m ham sb ek rm me so jate h.Ma man gaye fir nizam dudh garam kar laya jisme usne sex ki goli dali thi .Kuch dr bd ma madhosh hone lagi ham dono uske dono taraf lete the aur usko kis kar rahe the.Tabi ma boli beta mujhe garmi lag. I applied my technique in the other direction this time, because that'd demonstrate greater flexibility. Not because I thought he might try to compensate for his previous sideways drift. He wouldn't do that even unconsciously, because training requires repeating the same actions. Even if the technique was one that caused him to feel pain, which many of them briefly do, he'd repeat his 'attack' the same way every time.Of course he missed to the other side. He looked down again, with much less. “Trust me, no on will. And having said that, my younger sister will be temporarily handling my post. Avoid that bitch at all cost.”I was shocked to hear the new development. “What? Your sister is managing during your absence?” I said letting go of her thighs.Mary stood up and begun dressing. “Yes! Denise is told to take charge, and I hate that.”“Why is that so?”“we will talk about it later, but for now, let’s get back home.” ~~~~~~~~The following week, I found myself lonely despite being. That there was tension between the two of them, couldn’t be missed. Emily being Emily would point out as soon as one or the other left me for a few minutes that between the two of them, I had not been out of their collective sight since ‘that night’. Startled, I glared at my erstwhile riding companion for seeing it and then pointing it out. I sure as hell didn’t want to know that. The stout Sister continued to be amused at my situation, taunting me with made up plans that the girls had planned.