Us time nisha ne pink top aur white skirt pehni hui thi, bilkul bomb lag rahi thi vo. Maine apne aap ko control kara kisi tarah.Maine use bola ki bata...o kya problem h maths mein, to vo apni book le kar aa gayi aur bed par beth gayi, mai vaha chair par beth gaya. Use algebra mein problem thi, mai usko maths samjhane laga. Thodi der baad vo boli ki mujhe garmi lag rahi h aur usne fan tez kar diya, hum fir padhne, vo bed par let kar formulae yaad kar rahi thi lage ki achanak se fan ki hawa se uski. Me apne husband ka bharosa kavi todna nei chahti but wo har din mere ko hurt karte he. Life became hell.So mene bola bhabi, I m here na… Now in your lyf only fun… So wo boli realy ???Me pucha previous tym aap kab sex kiye the to wo boli uske lliye to sochna padega.Me bola to aaj ho jaye apne dewar k sath… So wo hansi or boli nei ji only pati k sath…Me bola but pati karta kanha he. Wo chup ho gai…Ese hi kuch din bit gaya… Ek din me room se nikal hi raha tha bhabi apne room ka lock dal rahi thi.. “Yes you are becoming so fat you won’t need that cow costume soon; you already smell like one”. This was the typical answer Brendan would give Lyn; and even though it was not true he never failed to annoy her. Brendan was totally camp he was made for theatre life and loved every minute of it. He had been with the company for years and was responsible for all the costumes; as well as playing numerous roles. He also looked after all the small part actors; making sure their problems were even. Even limp his cock was a full five inches that rested in his lap like a miniature fire hose, while mine shrunk down from seven and a quarter inches (a figure I had measured repeatedly by that point, never finding it to grow any longer) to a mere acorn peeking out above my still-swollen balls. “We’ve got all day,” he said. “Let’s read some more.” “You won’t tell anyone what we did?” He scoffed, “Of course not.” “Cool then,” I said, and we started reading the letters in our respective.