Main bhabhi ko chhor kar alag hata aur sar jhuka kar khara raha kyonki mujhe uska sarir kafi achchha laga tha. Phir mai achanak se apni pith pakar kar... wahin par baith gaya, to babhi boli “ are kya hua? Mai :- wo bhabhi meri pith kafi dard kar raha hai”. Tab usne kaha ki lao mai kuchh malish kar deti hoon . Main wahin bed par apni banian utar kar let gaya . Bhabhi sarson ka tel lekar malish karne lagi mujhe kafi achchha lagne laga tha . Phir usne kaha : lao sayad thandi se dard ho raha hai mai. Short sandy hair, blue eyes, little pink nipples that were actually standing stiff. Her chest was totally flat, her tummy had a cute little childlike bulge with the sweetest little hole for a belly button, what I thought had to be the most perfectly formed labia ever in which you could actually see her little clitoris, beautiful little legs leading to cute little feet still wearing her white sandals. I was absolutely mesmerised, and horny as hell. God!! I wanted her. I always did.I leaned. Her shorts were just loose enough for me to have witnessed, and then confirmed, the presence of pink cotton panties! Just looking at her body, as I mixed up two hot Irish mochas, brought comparisons to her mom: both of them had bodies that allowed me to put up with them as people, Shelley's almost overbearing annoyingness, and DanyAnne, a young teenager and therefore also a know-it-and-done-it-all.DanyAnne took the mug I offered as I passed close in front of her. She smiled a bright, blue-eyed. .WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD?Kindergarten Teacher: To get to the other side.Victorian Police: Give us five minutes with the chicken and we'll find out.Dr. Seuss: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes! The chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed, I've not been told!Grandpa: In my day, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Someone told us that the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough for us.Plato: For the greater good.Aristotle: It is.