Tevdyat gharachi bell vajali. Mi room madhun huluch bagitle tar mala disle ki gas wala aala hota. Tyache naav sachin hote anni to nehemi gas takayala ...yeyacha. To aai kade nehemi vait nazarene bagat. Tichya boobs aani gaandi kase tyache nehemi lakshya asayache. To aat aala anni pappa anni to bolale. Mag to kitchen madhye cylinder gheun gela. Tithe tyanne aai la tya sexy avatara madhye baghitle. Aai pan hasli. Pappa pan kitchen madhye gele.Aai: Are Sachin baa zaala aalas tuSachin: ka vahini, kahi. ”“OK, if you are happy then keep me open and lick my slit right up to my clit and taste my juice.”I did as she told me. Her taste was pretty much like mine when I lick my fingers when I masturbate.I did as she asked and applied a bit of pressure to make sure I got a good lot on my tongue. I really wanted to see what she tasted like. Only Tom had done it to me before today so I had a lot to learn.“Are you sure you haven’t don’t that before?” Jan asked.“Why?” I questioned.“You did that like a. I don’t think anybody ever had a better brother.’ ‘Even if he isn’t cute?’ ‘Even if he isn’t cute. Beast was wonderful to Belle.’ ‘That’s a fairy tale.’ ‘But it’s an allegory. And I understand the concept.’ Whoa, allegory? ‘You’re fifteen?’ ‘Yep. Beast is the thin guy, the shy guy, the Goth, the nerd, the beat-up used car, all the things that lead us to make judgments based on impressions without learning the reality of the situation.’ ‘Allegory? Some guys are going to love that mind of yours.’. Quietly, the old words came unbidden to his lips. "Mom, Dad. I'm home."The low hum of machinery came from the dining room this time. He retraced his path of that fateful day seven years before to find the dining room transformed into a sickroom. His father lay on the hospital bed, looking incredibly, impossibly frail. His mother stood by the bed and old Father John was murmuring low and... it could only be the Last Rites.He slowly approached his mother and placed a hand upon her shoulder. She.