Q ke mai dekhna chata tha.. Ke yeh bedsheets bechne ki majboori me wapis aaya hai ya meri gand firse dekhne ki lalach me.. !!Woh bola “Haan.. Doubel... bed ki toh hai.. Par har bed ka size alag alag hota hai.. Aap ek baar bicha ke dekh lijiye”Aisa kehte hue woh apni potli firse kholne laga..Maine kahan “Tum bedsheet nikalo.. Mai doosre kapde pehne ke aata hoon”Woh bola “Rehne dijiya na bhaiyaji.. Koi baat nahi..” aur aisa kehte kehte halke se muskura diya..Ab mai samajh gaya ke yeh meri gand ki. If I listened hard enough, I could hear quite distinctly a set of slender fingers working that sloppy young cunt hard. She was whispering over and over how hot I was making her. At that moment she stopped then squealed. "Oh gosh Steven, mummy has just walked in on me."I smiled. This naughty little girl's imagination was boundless. "Oh fuck yeah, what's she gonna do, spank that tight little bum of yours?" I retorted.Suddenly the voice at the other end changed as the phone was grabbed away. "Is. At one point she even told me that we have to accept it as a done deal and try to work out the "best deal for ourselves," whatever that means. I agree with her that Christine is a nice person, and it would be cool to be better friends with her. But that's the problem! She's TOO nice! TOO good! And if she can't be a full-on bisexual harem slave, what's the fun in that? It would be torture to be just friends, with a body like hers so close and yet so far away. I swear, her tempting, giant boobs. And then Mitch's maddening silence.But Mitch was bursting to talk today, a mood Rita had not seen in years. "So what happened?" she asked eagerly."We got to this old house and it was already almost fully involved, smoke everywhere, big flames coming out under the eaves. A teenage girl was running around crying and screaming. She said her brother is still inside. Cap was trying to get her to explain where exactly they were, but she was hysterical, and we couldn't get anything out of her."The.