.aur aage se sundaas thik se saaf karna….nahi to goo aur sandaas saath mei chatwaa dungi kutte….Raju Hema ji ke goo ki badboo sunghta raha aur Hem...a ji us per thookti rahi……thodi der baad Hema ji boli…Hema ji: chal meri goo-sani-gaand dho ke saaf kar…..Raju poori tarah confuse ho chukka tha…..tabhi ek jordaar thappad raju ke gaal pe lagaa aur raju paani leke Hema ji ki gaand dhone laga…Hema ji: acchi tarah saaf kar kutte nahi to tujhe apni goo-sani-gaand chatwaa ke saaf karwaaungi……Raju ne achhi. After the funeral, Uncle Bill asked mom to take over the business end of the farm. One of her jobs was to travel to local markets and sell products from the farm. Mom hired a local woman to watch me when she wasn’t home and Uncle Bill stayed on the farm to run the rest. Our farm wasn’t big but, we made enough from our dairy products and crops to survive decently even if it meant long days for mom and Uncle Bill.The year I turned 5, Uncle Bill started spending more time with me. He was a tall,. The farmhouse itself was almost empty. Only one room was furnished and this looked like it had been their operations centre. Maps of Eastern England hung on the walls and there were a couple of computer terminals. The room smelt strongly of stale tobacco smoke.Niall then got Bill and the other wounded men into the barn. He made them as comfortable as he could. Bill was in good spirits but light-headed from the combined effects of blood loss and morphine. Niall gathered up Steve's body and laid. I was embarrassed to see her topless, but it was as if she didn't even think about it.I slowly pulled my own top off revealing the bra I had borrowed from her. My own breasts were starting to swell from the pregnancy so her bra had been almost a perfect fit. When I let the cups drop, I felt my nipples crinkle in the cool air."Being pregnant does have some advantages," Mickey commented with a giggle.I blushed, but grinned back at her. She had me slip on a low cut bra made from a soft lacy.