He was of the opinion that females should leave their hair down there where the grass grows greener. Then, he would reminisce about how thick and tast...y it was to munch Misty’s granny’s female parts under the moonlight. I had to admit that even at her late stage of life, Misty’s grannie was still an attractive woman and there were few men that could resist her invitation to sample her private garden out in the woods.For those of you that have a hankering to know exactly who the fuck I am, my. It was sexual abuse of your husband on you. She thought for a while and said babuji I am a servant here and you all are like God to me. You have to take care of this secrecy as I would be destroyed ,I said as long as you keep mouth shut there will be no problem. She nodded. I had won the game .I told her to come near me which she did (my all fantasies would come true I wondered) .She sat side of me and said I am scared. I said you relax, and I am not an abuser as I got up and took a. "I can't have kids," he said."What?" She looked confused."The only woman I'd think about having a child with already has a little boy and doesn't want to have any more."She put her hands on her hips. "Be serious," she said.He looked puzzled for an instant, then his face went calm. "Look," he said. "I don't really care. Like I said, I can live anyplace. Why don't you just pick the one you like the best, and I'll buy that one." It's your house, Kris," she objected."How often do you get to pick a. I opened the door expecting to see one of the hands working calving this night. It wasn't. It was Pam, Joanna's daughter. She looked me up and down. "Did I catch you at a bad time?" she asked smiling, her gaze continually moving from my face to the towel wrapped around my waist. "No," I said. "Hold on, give me a minute. I wasn't expecting anyone." "Obviously," she said. I let her in and headed for the bedroom, grabbing a clean pair of jeans. I slid them on and went back into the only other room.