..Take care, Steffi, you too, you pitifulpiece of shit." Doug left, laughing. I began to cry in earnest, feelingintense humiliation. Doug had already ...told the boys down at the MontgomeryGrill that I was a wimp...and now it would be worse! I envisioned Doug and his friends taking their belts andwhacking my ass and making me clean the house, scrub things and generally jumpto their command...oh Jesus. But then Steph sat me down and began stroking my cock."I'm just trying to teach you to be a good. The walls were heavily water damaged. The burnt remnants of a lift truck squatted in the centre of the floor. It was used at one time, to move merchandise to the top of the high racks.Paint had flowed into the sewer and it may now be plugged. The back portion suffered the most damage. The floor above this area was gone and I could see the steel trusses.We searched out for the transformer vault and it appeared to be undamaged. The boiler for the heat appeared the same way but it was in a pool of. This is my first story on net and i am bit confused to tell you a real story of my family . And if you guys will like my family stories then i will keep sending my stories which includes my chachi , baji and bhabbies . Ok lets come to the story , this story is about my chachi which is wife of my dad,s younger brother , she is nearly fifty now but when this story happend that time she was 42 , lets stsrt from there , chachi ki umar us waqat 42 years thee and her older daughter was 20 that time ,. Your ears slightly pick up the noise of the elevator's appearance. Part of you knows it's me, though you are unaware of my chaste intentions. You walk across the condo, out of your bedroom and into the kitchen, on the pretense of grabbing something to eat. The refrigerator is cool on your bare chest. Your jeans hang dangerously low, the waistband of your boxers clearly showing of the top of the denim.You shut the refrigerator door as my knock echos throughout the apartment. You feel yourself.