Unhone panty utariii or hairs par cream lagane lage.Or dhire2 masage.Mera paani or cream ab 1 ho chuke.Or fir unhone razor nikala.Or halki2 shave karn...e.Lage.Mene kaha ap bohot polite hoo ilove this.Or unhone thax kaha .Or razor se remove kiya or.1 v shave ka design bana diya.Sab boye.Ladke to imagine karsakte hai kaise bana hoga.Or fir kya tha.Unhone wash kiyaa or muje jaguzi mei legaye.,.Or vaha homene.Kafi enjoye kiyaaa. Lagbhag ye sab 1hr chala or.Or ! Dam awaj aai or mei kya dekhti hu.Mere. In spite of her best efforts, Barbara continued to dwell on her daughter ... and how very desirable she was.The very next morning, she found herself gazing at Becky while the girl buttered her toast, suddenly wondering what it would be like to give her daughter's pretty mouth a lover's kiss. And over and over again in the days that followed, Barbara would catch herself gazing longingly at her child's uncovered legs as she lay sprawled on the couch, or admiring the curve of Becky's bare. I finally get out of bed, then walk out of my room and down the hallway to the bathroom. I take a piss and look out the bathroom window that over looks the backyard, and see my sister laying in a beach chair by the pool. Shes wearing an all pink bikini, with her dirty blonde hair tied back in a messy pony tail, and her 34c tits looking on point. My sister isnt skinny, but she certainly isnt fat. I dont really have a secret crush on my sister or anything, but its hard to resist staring at a body. “What the hell were you thinking?“ she demanded in a strident voice which shot up Em’s spine. “You involve my daughter in a shooting, and then shove her away rather than protecting her?”Em closed the door behind her as she faced her distraught sister-in-law. “I’m fine, thanks for asking.”“Hell, getting shot is part of your job. You’re trained for it. I never signed up for someone shooting my daughter, or you offering her as a target instead of you.”“That’s not qui—”“Mom, be fair.” Becky sat up,.