Bole. Teri chuciyo ka deewana hu mai.. Fir muje pkar kar andar le gaye. Round glass table pe bithaya. Sbke bich me. Pair faila hua tha mera sabke same.... Dress thodi upar ho gayi thi. Itne me sukhi sir bole. Ye itni dhaki hui kyu hai.Unlogo ne fir ek scissor se meri dress kat di. Boobs k do gole kaate. Pussy ka ek gola or piche gaand k liye ek bada gola kata fir meri sare assets dress k bahar latak rahe the. Nipple ac k thand se pure tight ho gaye the. Gaand fuli hui hai meri goli chitti. Chut. I can't marry the only girl I'veever kissed. I don't want to commit to the girl next door and be tied downfor life and there is no way her bitter battle axe mother won't interfereunbearably. An arranged marriage in America in the twenty first centuryit's ludicrous"."Following Olivia's methods is the only way for you to avoid a prisonsentence and you might find some of the things we will need to change alittle embarrassing and undignified but believe me you'd end up a wholelot more girly if you. "It's ok to taouch me anywhere you want to," she whisperes as if reading my mind. I felt her through her teddy around the sides of it and her hips, down to the edge and onto her bare thigh, then back up again. She backed away a little, her cleavage visible, pointing down into her sleepwear. I could see the outline of one nipple pressing up through the sleek fabric. She looked down at them and asked, "Do you want to see them?"Again I only nodded, my mouth dry with anticipation. She slipped the. "It's the truth. And why should I want one of them? They have no minds, no curves, they just try to be who they think they should be instead of who they are, like you. And they aren't you, mom. I only want- only need- you." But it's wrong," she whispered, resolve wavering in the face of my obvious desire."You keep saying that, mom, but just saying it won't make it true." I've seen those girls. They're much better-looking than I am. And ... and we still shouldn't be doing this." Nonsense, mom..