Ek bar meri jiji aur mere jijaji mere ghar aye mere jijaji kafi jawan handsum aur hatte katte hai. Itne dino me meri jiji ki choot aur gand phad dali ...he ye meri jiji ne mujhe bataya tha . Tabse hi mujhe bhi mere jijaji ke pas apni choot phadvane ka aur unka virya pine ki bahut ichha thi aur ye bat mene meri jiji ko bhi batayi thi to usne kaha tha ki time ane par teri choot bhi unke pas chudvaongi.To us din mere papa ki tabiyat achanak kharab ho gayi aur unhe hospital le jana pada to mammi unke. Reading it quickly, she was completely confused. Tying on her robe and climbing the stairs, she called his name. No reply in the quiet house. As Jack’s note directed, she clicked on the answering machine playback and heard the familiar voice of her husband. The meaning of the note became crystal clear. As she deleted the message, her mind was whirling. What do I do now? Call the cops? Tell Steve? Funny, but neither seemed like something her heart would allow her to do. The phone rang making. The Magazine between my legs as I reached down with my right hand and stroked my cock. My left hand slowly rubbing my balls stopping reluctantly only to turn the pages. So much pre-cum was leaking out of me that my cock was so very slick within a couple of seconds. Looking at the objects of my teenage lust was putting me in a place that I had never been before. In my entire life, I had never been that turned on and horny. I moved off the floor and moved to my bed. I laid down with my legs. Rachel: Don’t get up. I want to cuddle!Me: I have no intention of getting out of bed while you’re still in it. Though I have to go eventually. My new job is waiting.Rachel: You have a job? I thought you didn’t need the money.Better not tell her the reason why I’m working at a supermarket.Me: I like to be busy. Besides, the house is very empty when you guys aren’t around.Rachel: I bet. But where are you working?Me: I’m starting today at the supermarket on Main Street.Rachel: The one where Brody.