When she came back from the bedroom, my sensual babe was wearing a sexy black short dress, revealing her long beautiful legs.Before leaving, Ana bent ...over her waist, to show me she was not wearing a thong. Even her swollen labia looked to be already wet and glistening…I asked her about her plans for the night and she told me she just was horny and wanted to check somebody at the party to bring back home. Ana would let me watch her being fucked by a stranger if I wanted…The party was going a bit. I was raised in a small village somewhere in the Netherlands. A small neighborhood of about 80 houses and farms around the church. And with about 500 strict Calvinist inhabitants. Settled around the Reformed Church.I never knew my father. He took his own life when I was six months old.The education of my mother consisted primarily of bible quotes and unclear statements. The word "sex" I've never heard her say.At school the other children mostly ignored me. Not only because I was quite shy, but. I was so rattled by the near injury that I missed turning onto Charlemont and ran squarely out into a now traffic-crowded Church Circle. The early shift at Eastman Kodak was obviously on its way to work. Dodging between cars, I ran toward the first cover I could find, a large evergreen tree on the corner of Holston Street. Like a rabbit darting into its burrow I slid up under the downward sweeping branches, vanishing from sight of the confused motorists in the circle.I had a stitch in my side. Uncle maan gaye ab window pe unko chota sa beta so raha tha fir wo thi aur fir mai tha samne 3 aadmi the to wo sab sone k bd dheemi awaaz me muje boli She- itna kyu ghoor rahe ho? Me- ap ho hi ghoorne ki chj itti sundr ho kaise na ghooruShe- accha mai itni b sundr ni hue k bacche ki ma huMe –apko apki khubsurti ka andaaza nahi hai meri najr se dekho ap ekdum jhakas ho.She- accha apki njr khrb hai fir Me- njr to sahi hai bs thodi si niyat khrb haiYe sun ke wo has gayi aur dusri trf dekhne lagi..