As my view was obstructed by worshippers in front of me, I had to stand, often, on my toes to observe what was going at the front. I kept my both hand...s to my back and kept my right wrist imprisoned in my left palm. Often I kept opening and closing my right palm. I didn’t know why I did that. Ten minutes later someone stood directly behind me. It was a young woman and her breasts pressed against my shoulders and my right hand came between her thighs. I knew at once she did that deliberately to. Funny. There was tension in the air and I got instant butterflies inside as Mom dropped her magazine and looked up, squeaking. "She said that?" uh huh." I smirked, savoring the moment.There was another pause."Well... not 'till you clean up your room young lady!" I sighed in disappointment as her old mom voice returned, as she continued."And I also need you to go through your old clothes too! We need to see what tops you've grown out of. Come with me and well try stuff on so I know what to throw. 5 inch lamba lun mari chut main kise garam lohay ke taraha pharta huwa gus giya main chali AAAAAAAAA or us na Dhaka marna shuru kar diya mayna chilna shuru kar dia AAAAAAAA IIIIIIII OOOOOOOO kuch dair chodnay k bad us na mujhay phir khara kia or divar pa luga kar mari puri body ko kissing ke mari tui pa 8 sa 10 zoor dar thapar maray or mujhay seeda kia or phir diwar k sath chipka kar chut main lun dal kar jatkay maray matna phir wohi awazain nikalna shuru kar dee phir us na mujhay sofay pay. From the day she started working for us as a cook I was hooked on to ogling her! Somewhere down the line she had an idea that I used to constantly stare at her navel. The kitchen stove in our house was overlooking the dinning area. So when she would stand and cook on the gas stove, I could see her entirely, which meant that my eyes were constantly looking at her navel. I would be sitting on the table in my dinning room “pretending to study” and would be constantly looking at her navel. My.