“Come here.” She pointed down at her feet. Sandy was sitting on the bed in her playroom, remote control in hand. For a second, Mary felt as if she... was reacting to the push of a button as she got down on the floor. She had looked up at Sandy like this several times during that day; but it was the first time she was literally kneeling for Sandy. The younger girl grinned and stretched out her hand. “Gimme your head.” Mary leaned in closer. Sandy pulled her gum out of her mouth, stretching it long. Itne mein bhabhi sofe ke neeche mop se pochne lagi. Bhabhi bindaas mere tarah apni gand dikhakar jhuk rahi thi. Mujhe unke kapde uthne se unki chikni gand ka nazara mil raha tha. Mera lund unhe aise karte dekh baar baar zor ke jhatke maar raha tha.Mann to kar raha tha ki abhi lund nikal ke hilaun aur sara muth unki chikni gand par pher du. Tabhi bhabhi palti aur mujhe unhe dekh boli: Bas dekhte mat raho kuch help bhi kar dona.Main: Are boliyena bhabhi, kya karna hai?Shobha: Ye sofa thoda khaska. She looked at the clock: 3 AM.She would normally have just turned over and plugged her ears, but that dream had left her feeling full of energy. She grabbed her bathrobe, put on some slippers, and strode across the intervening lawn, the cool night air slipping under her robe and up her thighs like an overeager lover as she went. She shook her head at that thought ... she had been reading too many romance novels!She banged on the door of Carl’s house with her fist. A few moments later, her nose. “Ow!” I exclaimed, this time with pain as well as surprise. I arched up off the desk but was firmly pushed back down“Ow, what do you say?” he smacked my backside with each word.“Ow sir” I mumbled“I – did – not – hear – you” he said again a spank for each word.”Ow sir” I almost sobbed, my backside must have glowed red as he was not tapping me they were full blooded smacks, but as painful as the hits may have been they were insignificant to the pleasure I was feeling. The heat from my beaten.