Ye baat us tym ki hai jb mai 18 saal ka tha vo meri mausi ki beti h tho ek din unke ghr me koi nhi tha tho unhone mum or muje ghr me rukne ke liye bul...aya tho hum log chale gye us tym jb hum pahuche tho didi t-shirt or lower me thi mera tho unke chuche dekhte hi lund signal dene lag gya tha upar se unki gand itni moti or bhar ko hai loda bawala ho jata hai phir hum logo ne baate ki n mai toilet me gya tha vha didi ki pink panty or black bra padi thi shayad gnde kapde the andar ke saaf nhi kiye. “I think I’ll ask the questions, and what I want to know is what the fuck is…” I trailed off looking down.“Purple Rain.”I said the safe word.“What’s wrong,” his voice took on a sweeter tone. He sounded almost like Ving Rhames, reassuring and compassionate.“I just… Are you sure this is what you want? I mean I’m into some rough fantasies but…”“Hey. You’re a grown ass man. I’m a grown ass man. You clicked on my name and messaged me. I told you what I wanted. If I was going to be upset, I wouldn’t. Mom and I continued working out every morning right after Dad went to work in order to avoid the heat of the day. She was really making good progress. Because of her healthier cooking and eating habits, she had continued to lose weight; now that loss of weight was slowing down. She was, however, loosing inches. Her clothes were fitting more loosely; she was even getting into clothes that she hadn't worn in years. I think the battle for Mom was almost won; there was just one more area to. About halfway through the movie, we all took a break, and each of the girls leaned back against us guys as if they wanted us each to remain right where we were. Jack had his arms wrapped around Holly, crossed on the outside, and resting above her breasts. Mine were around Linda’s waist, my thumbs lightly caressing under her breasts (which I realized were not covered by a bra).“So tell me dude, did you really dress like a cowboy all the time back home?””Naw, not really. Mostly for rodeos because.