At the same time, in my dreams, she would be stroking my cock and fondling my cum filled balls. I knew none of these fantasies would ever come true, b...ut it was nice thinking about them.When my sister was four months old tragedy struck when a drunk driver killed her and my dad. (Author note: I'm a professional truck driver and have been for almost thirty-five years. The thought of anybody getting behind the wheel of a vehicle of any kind after drinking makes me sick. Matter of fact, I would. Dadi, kabhi kabhi Bahu ke kan main bolti, "dekh iski chuchi kitni sudol hai, Iska saman bada hoga.....etc". dono haste rahate. Aur jab bacche puchte to unhe dat kar kahate ki kuch nahi, khana khakar tution jao. Ek din Ravi bathroom main snan kar raha tha. Dadi ko kuch ajeeb si awaz sunai de rahi thi. (Appko shayad hairani hogi, par maine do gharo main aise baathroom dekhe hai, jinhe darwaja nahi hai, sirf ek pard hi hai. Iskahani main bhi kuch aisa hi hai).Dadi ne chupke se dekha, Ravi dusri. Of Lava Cake top shelf weed, under the table, “I also have a message. For what it’s worth, I’m just passing it on. When he started talking, it was all I could do not to laugh in his face. “April wants to know if you’ll join me and her for a smokeout and threesome at my condo on Saturday? This isn’t my doing the asking. I’m just trying to help out a friend. She wants to make peace. She knows you’ll never get back with her. This is her way of saying farewell.”This time I did laugh. “Bobby,” I. I was conscious that her mouth had onlyrecently swallowed a large amount of my sperm, but I didn’t care. Ifelt her arms encircle me and one of her hands cup my buttock. Hernipples were poking into my chest, they were so hard; I felt a urge tosuck them but forced myself to wait. Our lips smashed together whilemy tongue explored her mouth. I had to let out a moan that signifiedmy enjoyment of the moment. God damn, what an afternoon! I pulled from her grasp and left her standing there.