Pehle mai apne baare mein bata du.Meri age 21 hai aur mai healthy body ka hu.Mere pados mein ek aunty rehti hai jise mai chachi kehta hu.Wo meri real ...aunty nahi hai.Uska name poonam hai par use sab poona kehte hai. Uski body bahut sexy hai.Itni slim to nahi hai par boobs dekh kar kisi ka b lund khada ho jaaaye.Uske boobs 38 K aas paas honge.Gaand to usse b khatrnaak hai.Uske pati jyadater kaam k silsile mein baahar he rehte hai.Hamara Ghar kaafi aana jaana hai.To ab story shuru karta hu.1. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed the fabric between my shoulder blades causing me to shrug my shoulders back. "What do you want me to do?" I asked, although I knew his answer."What do you want to do?" he asked, breathing onto my neck.Seth grabbed my hand and lead me down the hall back to his bedroom, a familiar action by now. In the end, it was probably for the best, anyway."Are you going to remove your jewelry?"Slowly, I did as he asked along with my clothes leaving myself in my. The women had done nothing more than look after him in the most basic of ways. They’d given him a tiny amount of water, but no food. They escorted him to the latrine and stood guard with tamers as he relieved himself then led him straight back to the wall. Once, he’d made a sudden movement and been rewarded by a bolt of electricity strong enough to fell him instantly. He’d woken up when Clara had doused him with a bucket of cold water. The indignity of lying in a pool of water with the women. Well,I tried to relax him bytalking him out of it.I went to the kitchen and prepared some coffee for both of us.As we drank thecoffee,I could see that he was still worked up.So I finally asked him: “What’s the matter with you Shekher? I can see that you are not OK from the very moment I walked in.Are you annoyed by my visit or presence here?” He replied quickly:“Oh no! Not at all,dear.Just anxious about the article I am working on” I asked:“Do you mind telling me about it?”He was reluctant at.