Phir rat ko main dekha ki sasur ji jo dhood la rahe hain unhone ushame kuch miliye hain main unko dekh liye pe wo mujeh na dekh sake. Main chup chap w...apes kamer main aa gayi our bathe gayi. Thode der bad sasurji aayeo our bole bate dohod pe lo our so jayo. Maine unke jane ke bad dhood gira diya our so gaye. Maien sone ke natek ker ke leti rahi kereb 2 ghante bad sasurji aaye unhone mujeh awaz de lakin main chup chap rahi wo shmaj gaye ki main so rahi hoo so wo chup chap mere pass aker lete. I pulled out a DVD of some cheer I'd pulled off the internet and half-heartedly went through the moves. After I finished, Laurie gave me her usual, very blunt, negative and condescending assessment. "I've seen it before, and you're not even doing it right. Is that all you came over for?" Actually, I do have something else. Look at this." I pulled out another DVD, the one of the custom homecoming promo I'd made of her. Of course, I'd made more than one copy. "I was bored, so I decided to make a. ”“And how would you know that?”“Probably the same way your father did, by hacking into their files.”“You did that?” she gasped.“Not personally, no. Like your father, I found someone to do that for me. Your father paid someone, or already employs someone to do it, while I just called in a favour from a mate from my military days who owed me one.”“So what did he find out?”“She, actually, my pal, hacked into the bank’s files for the latest financial reports, and the figures don’t add up.”“In what. We started washing each other all over. My hands, lathered with soapy water, found their way around her back and came to rest on her petite breasts. I savored the experience, my first real skin to skin sexual contact with her, as I began to massage her boobs. Angie started to whimper slightly, and then as I tweaked her tiny nipples, she let out a moan. I left off and snaked my hands down lower and lower. I ran my hands over her tight legs, higher and higher. Her lean calves, her firm thighs,.