I was still sipping the coffee when Dr Silverman returned and handed me a sheaf of paper. “We couldn’t find your brain on the MRI so I’ve got so...me written tests I’d like you to try. Simple stuff, a six year old could do them. I’ll come back for them in about an hour.”I don’t know what sort of six year olds Dr Silverman consorted with but I found the tests quite challenging, a mixture of IQ-style reasoning tests and current affairs questions. I didn’t know the answers to a few of the current. .then she told.. “yeh tum kya bol rahe ho..mera ek pati hai aur ek devar hai jo jawan ho raha hai. Aur tum bhi shadi shuda ho., tumhare bhi bachche hai”. .that time he told bhabhi that he just know that he loved her and nothing else. .then he went close to her and asked whether she enjoyed his company.. My bhabhi nodded her head and told yes. .she told him that he is a very nice person. Listening to this uncle came closer to bhabhi. .he held my bhabhi by her shoulders. .bhabhi was breathing. Mike was able to recognize the condition and release me and Driver without permanent damage. Once released from my grip on Driver, I borrowed a phone from a paramedic to call Dr. Mike and he and Gloria swooped in with a wave of professional jargon and claims to be my personal physician to extract me from the wave of curious officialdom. Fortunately neither of the private firms handling the matter wanted official involvement so there was never a glimmer in the news services. Mike and Gloria. "Jubes?" "Yep, Logan. You can have me."She lays back. And artistically stretches her legs outwards, she is a world-class gymnast; you know… the talent comes in handy. Her legs are right by her shoulders and her cunt is just dripping wetness. "Are you ready for this, baby?" Take me, Logan."Without further ado, I leap onto the bed, covering her body with my own, making her legs stretch even further than they already had been. She doesn’t seem to mind.I guide my cock-head closer into her, and lean.