“Oh! Are we going on our vacation?”Her mother smiled. “Yes. We weren’t sure we could afford to go at all this year, but then my editor at t...he Ledger offered to let us use his cottage in Cape Cod for a week. Isn’t that nice?”“And,” her father added, pulling a pickle spear out of the jar, “he wants your Mom to write about it.”“That’s right,” said her mother. “He wants a whole series: history, what it’s like now, how popular it’s becoming...” She smiled, a little sourly. “I think he just. Toh ab m story par aata hu. Baat jab ki h m college m padta tha or hamare pados m ek panjabi family rahne ke liye aai. Us family m uncle aunty or unki ek beti thi. Unki beti 3 saal ki thi or wo bahut cute thi. Wo aunty jyada kisi se baat nahi karti thi. Par mera unko dekhte hi lund khada ho jata tha. Par wo kisi se baat nahi karti thi. Wo hamesha apne ghar m hi rahti thi. Or kabhi-2 hi bahar niklti thi. Naa toh wo kisi ke ghar jati thi or naa hi kisi ko apne ghar bulati thi. So is wajah se hum. I reached up to her waist and untucked her shirt and slide my hands across her bareback. She didn’t have large breasts and hands didn’t need a bra. I moved my hands around her front and went straight to her nipples she responded but I’m doing my zipper and pulling my shaft out. I undid her belt popped out of zipper and reached in to find her flower was just dripping nectar. I slid my fingers into her and then brought them up to my nose and smelled her ambrosia. With a firm grip on her body I. "Girl, we are going to change that, right here, right now, tonight." She whisked off her tee shirt and knelt naked on the floor, to the side of my knees. "Get naked!" But..." Holly stammered."Strip, girlfriend! It's time you learned how to do this. Get those clothes off. NOW! And get over here." Pam's hands went for my belt buckle, and the button on my shorts. I watched, stunned, as Holly meekly stood up, pulled her tee-shirt off, and dropped her panties, stepping out of them. While Pam was.