Ram bola bacha gira do sab kya bolenge wo boli nai janam dungi.Sarika boli mujse pata hai maa pregnent hai mera pita vi n habsi gai ek dum.Basna ke pr...egnent hone pr sarika ke vi chut ke dharsan kr khub choda .Ab uake papa ram ko chut nai mil rahi wo tinki ko leke diwana tha usne ek din ek choti skirt aur top laya aur tinki ki bola beta tere liye hai pahen ke dikhao.Wo kuch nai nai boli aur aur pahen ke bahar aa gayi.Uske baap bola aaj yahi paheno.Tavi sarika mujse boli apni beti ki chuchi aur. She stood here with her longbrown hair braided down her back, and the dress shewore was made of soft muslin. It was a simple sheathstyle, and the thin fabric allowed anyone who lookedcarefully enough to see the darkened nipples of herbreasts. A sash gathered the dress at her waist, andthe hem was just at her knees. Looking further down hershapely legs, she was barefoot. Besides the gazes ofthe men, several women studied her too. Their facesheld a variety of emotions. Jealousy,. Then my mom asked, When did she start teaching at the high school anyway? This coming fall will be her second school year there, I said. She was teaching at the other middle school for about five years prior. She told me shes teaching literature now. One things for sure, my dad said to me, You better behave yourself around her. Understand me son? Yes dad, I answered him. And with that, we finished our supper and then we cleaned up. The more I think about it, the more my dad had a point. I can. Rolling them to the side, he molded his body to the back of hers. The room was heavy with the scent of sex and her perfume. Over the next couple of weeks, they spent more time together. She learned to believe in her beauty. He learned patience. They both learned every inch of each other's bodies. It was a slow Wednesday night. Johnathon, having finished his patrol, was in his office, writing up the reports for the night. Mostly, he was daydreaming about their last sexual adventure, when his.