Job kartey hay aur isley woh out of station posted hay ghar mey sirf meri maa aur may rahaety hay Meri maa ek housewife hay,or thora shy kisam ki mahi...la hay unka age 48 ke karib hoga, figure karib 38-30-45 hoga ,sirmey kaley lambey baal hay jo kamar tak atey hayWoh gharmey nighty pahenti hay or bahar jana ho to saariEk dopaher ko main ghar mey tha aur maa sorahi thi,unhay dopahar ko soney ki adat thi,maney socha aj mouka sahi hay maa ko chodney kaMain dhirey sey unke kamrey mey gaya,darwaza. So we sat side-by-side in the shade at an old table and chatted and ate and drank weak lemonade which was all they had. The conversation got around to boy friends, and she grinned and admitted that she had a bunch of them. I asked if she modeled.She laughed. "I'm too little. They want girls with yard-long legs."I told her she was as pretty as any model and she blushed.We finished, got rid of our trash and went back to the car hand in hand. I asked if I could see her when she was done. I got the message and shut myself up. He already believed me.The intelligence office glared at me before he turned his head to meet the colonel with a worried wavering smile. Refusing to look his superior in the eye for more than a second at a time as he busied himself flipping through paperwork in a file folder nervously searching for what he guessed was his oversight. At a loss for explanation, the haggard officer looked at the colonel and threw his hands up in defeat.The colonel's strategic. The targets are slightly different.At the age of 20, the mother of my friend Ugo, who was not a beautiful girl but from Abruzzo as a teacher, made me clearly understand that at the camp she was struck by my dick, which was hidden behind a swimsuit.One evening I looked for Ugo at home, but the lady answering the intercom, made me understand that she was alone and I still invite myself to go upstairs. She, a plump woman in a dressing-gown and a leg-warmer, was hot, and threw her arms around my.