The kitchen glistened in the moonlight, the tiles cool against my tired feet.With a face like thunder, I heard his key in the lock and sighed deeply. ...He likes me to be the trophy wife, dinner on the table when he walks in with a big smile on my face. He likes to think I worship him. Naked, my wet hair clung to my breast as I turned to greet him with the wicked smile he loves so much. 'You need to get rained on more often if this is what I come home to!' he grinned, his natural charm radiating. Mai up se hu. Meri age 23, face gud looking hu.Ye story mere aur meri mami k bich ki hai, jinka nam madhuri hai, unki age 35, size 34-28-36 hai. Mere mama banglore me kam krte hai jo saal me kbi 1 month k liye ate hai.To khani suru hoti hai jb mai apne gao se holi k din mami k ghar gya tha holi khelne to suru me man me koi galt feel nahi the mami ko le k btt hot thi wo aur majak b bahut krti thi mujhse jb b milta tha tb. Unka ek beta tha 9 saal ka. To holi k din mai mami k ghar aa gya us din wo. Taking a tube from the dressing table she squirted some of its gel onto her hand and massaged it along my erect length. Her fingers felt cool as she worked the liquid in my skin and after a few seconds, it left a slightly numb sensation.“What is it?”“It will delay you. We don’t want you going off too soon and spoiling our fun, do we?”“Is she okay?” I asked, referring to Eve.“She will be,” she answered with a smile, “they will have given her something by now.”“What?”“A potion; it’s harmless. They looked nice and firm, even though it didn’t appear that she wore a bra. Without thinking, Nick found himself looking at her through the camera. He rarely photographed people, but this woman was the embodiment every goal he’d had in mind for this project. He took picture after picture, boldly walking farther down the path until he faced her head on. He was lost in the love of his art, not even thinking about the fact that he was photographing a stranger. “For the love of God, Nick. Could.