Mummy bhi aahhhh ohhoo uuu ufffff aahh yyaaa aahhh hhh karim jiiii bujhaaa dijiye iss aag ko aaahhh hhhh kab se tadap rhi hunnnn ooo ohhhh ahhh hhhh ....Mumy ke chut ke pani se pure kamre me fuuuchhh fuch ki aavaj aaa rahi thi. Doo jism ek hokar apni vasana shant kr rhe the. Dono pasine pasine ho chuke the .Mummy ki chut ke pani ke sath sath uncle ke white virya bhi aa raha tha.Karib 20 minut lagatar chudai ke bad uncle ne apna sara mal mummy ki chut ke under hi chhhod diye.Dono ek duare ko apni. Every fact of it occurred. What makes the story a fiction is my purposeful exclusion of many other, extraneous experiences that shaped my life at the time. They are no more or less important than the experiences I have included in the story, I simply have chosen to omit them because they cling only to the periphery of my memory. I have chosen to tell the story in vivid detail because the details are important to me. They are what form the substance of my memories. The story is about the summer. The irony was not completely lost on Bill as he readied himself for his date with Ann. New year, new start. How appropriate. As he finished getting ready and headed over to pick up Ann, Bill’s head started to flood with thought’s of doubt. He wondered if he would ever really find love again. He even wondered sometimes if he deserved it. He found the loss of his wife tough, but somehow he seemed to find starting over even tougher.He soon arrived at Ann’s home. Bill parked the car and. There were three other people already in the pool swimming up and down. We placed our towels on some nearby loungers; I dived in, the pool was a lovely warm temperature. I always enjoy swimming naked, as I reach the other side of the pool I looked back towards Helen and could see her chatting with Lisa & Tony. I swam to the waterfall and stood beneath it, feeling the water splash down onto my back and shoulders. The people that had been swimming on our arrival, now sat on the side of the.