“Hello, I’m John Randall, your navigator – how is everyone doing so far.”“Mr. Randall, why are we flying so slow?” I asked.“Oh, you read... that we can go 600 mph, but we announced we are only 480 mph?”“Yes, exactly.”“To tell the truth, we aren’t in any hurry, so we set the speed to our usual standard.”“But aren’t planes wind-tunnel-tested for their optimal speed, and not a ‘usual standard,’ as you call it?” I asked.“I see your point Mr. Summers – we can crank it up, if you like? All right, Mr.. Bhabhi – Chalo Devar jee ab ghar chalo. Chodo movie ko. Abhi ghar par koi aayega bhi nahi 4.30 baje hai.Bhabhi kapde thik karne lagi. Maine bhi apne land ko pant me adjust kiya aur ham ghar ki taraf chal diye. Bike teji se chalate huye ham ghar pahuch gaye. Bhabhi ne gate lagate hi mujhe bahon me bhar liya. Ham log do bichude premiyon ki tarah ek doosre ko chumne lage. Fatafat bhabhi ki saree utaar di aur unaki chuhiyan jor jor se dabane laga aur fir unhe draeing room ke sofe par hi patak. I had just got my drivers license. "Well I have not been able to...I am having a hard time..." dad stuttered. "Mom and I were talking, your mother has needs and I have not been able to satisfy these needs, so we thought you could do me a favor and fuck your mom. I know you are pretty good with the ladies and your mom could really use some male attention and she thought you would be better than a stranger." Dad said. I was not sure what to think. Mom was not hot, not ugly, she is tall, skinny,. Del, will you escort Jennifer to her wagon. Come, husband ... you, too, Ana my dearest sister. It's time for bed." But," Ana started."Hush. The lady doth protest too much, methinks! Now off to bed with thee!" she said, quoting correctly her favorite line from Hamlet as she groped Ana's firm buttocks.Ana squealed like a teenager but took Dana's hand and actually pulled her along as the hurried to the wagon-bedroom to join the sister-wives. Bob just shrugged his shoulders at Del and bade him.