Where is your proof?" I questioned, rubbing my butt. She placed her hands onto her face and cried as I clenched both of my fists. I just glared at her... for a moment. "You suck, Mom," I told her before I wrapped my arms around her. "I know," she answered before she did the same and we held each other for a minute. I failed to spark a tear myself and then I let go of her. "Here is an interesting question, Mom: what do you have that I don't?" "What are you talking about?" she asked, wiping away her. I forgot to mention Bhabhi generally don’t use to were bras. I have been seeing her since last 3-4 years and i have really seen her wearing bra.(We boys have a special talengt given by god to know where girls are with inners or not).Bhabhi took my hand on put it on her boobs. I was still thinking these is a dream. I gently started pressing her boobs and took my head near her. I slowly moved my lips toward her and we kissed. That was the best kiss i ever had. It was the kiss of hunger and. Meine use wapas mail kiya thanks and all and say me more about you. Usne uska nam bataya aur meine mera. But itne saal se hum contact me nae the to usne reply kiya ki mere nam ka 1 bf tha uska me sure ho gaya ki ye wo hi hai. Usne pucha me kaha rehta hu to meine reply me thane bol diya qki me use chode bagier nae khona chahta tha. Ab usne reply kiya ki can send me ur number. Next day use mail kiya aur bola send me ur number I will call u usne uska bheja jab check kiya to wo uske nam ka hi. Her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her delicate facial features radiated when she smiled and came to the table. She was probably five foot five or six and wore a loose plaid shirt, which completely camouflaged any hint of her breasts. She wore white shorts, which contrasted nicely with her olive toned skin and slender legs and greeted us more warmly than last night. After a pleasant meal, we piled into the AMG and headed back home for a tour of our race facilities and the chance.