“Come on, help me,” she implored, resisting a smile.I took her in my arms and kissed her tenderly, unbuttoning as I did so. The dress slid to the ...floor and I saw she wasn’t wearing a bra. In truth she didn’t need one, not having Mrs Hubert-style family heirlooms hanging from her chest, but she usually wore one anyway. The fact that today she was naked from the waist up gave me hope.Concealing her crown jewels were lacy beige knickers, and I turned my attention to them, hooking my thumbs into. Jibha re chati chati bou bia phala aau senti ku chusi chsi khaili aau bou bia bila bhitare bi jibha marili. Bou bia pura meleijaiki nalua heijaithila aau mo banda genhiba genhiba boli heuthila. Bou jani pari godo ku mela kari soila je antheiki bou bia bhitare banda ku pureili. Banda ta ete hard heithila je nalua pola bou bia bhitare bhus kina pasigala. Aaahhhaaa bou santi. Santi aaaahhhaa bou genhideli.Kanhi khali bia bhitare banda ku pureichu. genhunu. Upara tala kari genha. Banda bia bhitare. He wanted me and bad. My parents decided to go out and have some drinks with my aunt. This was good because I hated my parents anyway. I went up to the bathroom and began to brush my teeth. Deepu came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I rinsed my mouth and spun around. “Let me go.”“And if I don’t?”“God you’re my brother. Get off me.”“Fine…” he said backing off a bit letting me pass to get into my room. He entered with me slamming the door shut and locking it. I sat down on my. That black bastard had been making moves on her all night every time my back was turned, and we were thinking about moving on to get away from him. I could not blame the guy for fancying her; Ana was really gorgeous that night, wearing a light blue T-shirt, a short jean skirt and high heels which made her long legs look even more beautiful than they were….Julius came back over, bringing our bill and a couple of shots on the house account…I got a few notes out of my wallet and slapped them down.