Muje sab kuch wha tym se mil jata tha . Or didi meri studies m help kar deti thi. Do mhine bit gye muje wha or fer meri do mhine ki chuttiya shuru ho ...gyi m gher jane ki tyari karne lga . Tbhi uncle mere pas ae or muje request karne lge .Uncle : raj tum ruk jao yhi m 2 mhine k liye ja rha hu bhaher or tumhari didi ko bhi ek mhine k liye jana jruri kamse.Me: ok uncle ap chinta na kro m ruk jata hu m aunty ka khyal rkhunga.Agli subh dono didi or uncle chle jate h meri bhi chuttiya ho gyi thi to m. After becoming intimate with the floor of the bookstore, I was led down a hallway in the back. At the end, there was a curtain on the left, and a passageway on the right, all dimly lit. We turned to the right, and I saw that the hall doubled back around, and lined along the wall were booth doors, and I knew what was to happen next as Daddy took me to the end of the hall to the last door. Unlocking the booth door with the key he'd been given, Daddy made sure I entered the small space, and. "So fucking beautiful." he said and pulled one super hard nipple into his mouth, she sunk her fingers into his back, "That feels so good." He started sucking the other one, and grazed it with his teeth, she gasped beneath him, grabbing his hair. He kissed her stomach and then he pulled her wet underwear off, he spread her wet pussy and put his mouth to it, "Mmm." he murmured sucking on her clit, she screamed his name and held on to the pillow, she'd never felt this much pleasure in her life.Her. I kept my secrets to myself keeping up the charade of playing the role of an “on the edge” booze hound that never waited for five o’clock to start a daily intake of spirits and cared little about what others thought about my infinite weakness when it came to booze. Only my Uncle knew my little secret and I used it to my advantage in dealing with the general public. I suspected that my beautiful secretary Julie knew the real me was not a boozer but she kept her own counsel and we never discussed.