Aunty; shock mai ye kya ho gya tumkoMai; aunty ap bohot sexy ho n mai unko cheeks pe kiss krne lagaAunty; chodo mujhe mai aisi vaisi aurat nhi hu, n k...i aa gya to kya samjhegaMai; aunty please krne do i can’t control aunty plz n maine unka towel hata dia unhone bra pehn rkhi thi bt mai uske upar se un ke boobs daba ra tha vo shock mai thi n maine suddenly unko leta dia mujhe ye pta tha k chutChatne se aurto ko bohot sex chadta h n unki choot chatne laga ab to vo b pagal ho ri thi n she was. “All of this… When we could be friends…?” asked Hunter, with his painful whisper.“It was an accident, Hunter. I didn’t mean to stab you… You’ll be all right, just hang in there.”“I’m… Sorry…”“Forget about it. We can be friends again, if you want. I’m sure it was just my mom trying to take you away. She never liked you, I don’t blame her. You really got on her nerves… I liked that about you…”“So… We’re still… Friends..?”“Yeah, of course… I don’t wanna fight anymore. Never wanted to in the first. Ta be sure ta have enough money fer everythin' we needed, I went whole hog an' got 10 small bags inta which I put $100 each in gold. I hid the bags around the wagon soz we could find them, but they were not obvious ta a road agent. The women in the wagon kept the guns in their laps, an' Sarah wore hers on her thigh like most men did. I wore my two Starr DAs in my shoulder holsters an' two Navy Colts at my thighs. I also kept my hideout derringer in my boot.We were not lookin' fer trouble, but. He knocked on the door and was called in, and then he saw Denise. He was shocked. Denise looked completely different from the happy person who’d been going on holiday only two weeks ago. She looked tired out, her eyes were bloodshot and she’d obviously been crying. ‘Oh, God, Denise! Whatever’s the matter?’ he asked her, with compassion in his voice. ‘I-I’m okay. I’ll talk to you later, Stan. Er…’ Denise stammered out, obviously unsure what was going on. ‘Stan, I’m sorry, but could you excuse us.