Raste me ek nahar se hokar jana tha.o rasta ekdum sunsan tha.maine bhabhi se bola ki yahan thori der rukne hogi.meri bhabhi bharak gai ki kyon rook ra...he ho koi saman chin lega rasta sunsan hai.andhera bhi ho gya hai.maine kaha bhabhi mujhe pesab lagi.bhabhi boli aage kar lena.maine bola mujhe jor se lagi hai.bhabhi boli thik hai turant kar ke aao.mai jungke ki or jane laga to bhabhi boli ki pass me hi pesab kar lo.mai pesab karne laga.mera lund ekdun khara tha mai socha ki bhabhi ko thora lund. As he awoke he realized he was in his own room and that something had awoken him. He had heard a noise, that's right a noise. But was it real or just part of a dream? Maybe it was his Father. He glanced at his alarm clock and saw it was nearly three in the morning. His Dad had probably been in bed for three hours or so already. Oh, well since he was up he'd check and see if Dad was okay.Kyle and his Father, Jeff lived alone for the past ten years since his mother's death. It had been an auto. Throughout the class she noticed i was more focused on her instead of the class and told me to stay afterwards so i did.." Hey you wanted me to stay?" i said,she answered in a weird voice asking "What could possibly be more important then the class im teaching that you are not paying attention when you need too?"I was left speechless not knowing what to say i stood there and just shrugged my shoulders hoping she would let me go but instead got up closed the door and came back over to me and. When he came back, again he was looking right at it. He said you know I took a massage class at the college. I drank down my third margarita and said is that so? He said yup sure did I could give you a massage if you’d like. I smiled and said I suppose your massage table is out in your car. He said no but a kitchen table or coffee table with cushions would work. I just sat there thinking to myself, twice I was interrupted today. I told him well what the heck; okay give me my massage mister. He.