He went to his room and got the story and brought it back. As she was reading it, he took both the glasses to the kitchen and refilled them, and broug...ht back some napkins. She seemed to have forgotten the amount of wine they were drinking. She had drunk three glasses, and when she looked at the coffee table there was a fourth glass full to the brim. She finished reading the story, which was a short tale about a sixteen-year-old male who had sex with his mid-thirties aunt. She chuckled and. To humari bate start hui or uska dost bhar chla gya,phr usna mera hath pakad ke chuma.Mjhe acha lga phr usna mjhe apni god me betha diya boys ke trousers tha,phr neck ko lick krta hua kiss krna lga,it was my first kiss awesome kiss at least 7-8 min Kiss karta hua uske hath me boobs ko dabana lga,mjhe bada ajeeb feel hua,but mja bi aa rha tha,then usna apne hath meri skirt me dal diye or bhar se meri vagina ko rub krna lga,I have to say mjhe samjh jna tha ki wo bhut experience tha,but us time. Her whole back became uncovered bare and remained bare.Kusum Apu told me RANJU, WHY DO YOU WEAR DRENCHED LUNGI, PUT OFF AND WRING OUT THE WATER AND THEN WEAR AGAIN. I stared at her smiling and she again scolded me SHYING? OKAY I’LL TURN MY FACE, NOW DO IT. I wrung my lungi and folded and wrapped my waist with that. I found some empty jut sack and brought it and spread on the floor and it made a nice place to sit for us. Kusum Apu opened her tied curly hairs and wiped with her kamiz, her hairs. .. no ... I suppose not,” she answered. “But it would be exciting. Ooooo I wonder if there’s any treasure. There has to be treasure!” she squealed.Nobody moved for a few minutes, while they all looked at the rotting structure.“Well ... are we going in there ... or not?” asked Johnnie Sue.“I don’t think we should,” said Nathan, looking dubious.“Come on,” wheedled Johnnie Sue. “You’re not chicken ... are you?”“It don’t look safe,” said Nathan heatedly.“It doesn’t look safe,” corrected Johnnie.