Aaj mai yaha aap sabko apne life ke bare me kuch batana chahta hu. Mere ghar me jaha mai rahta hu vaha dadi bade tauji badi chachi rahte hai tauji ke ...1 beti hai jo bahar padhti hai. Mere pitaji bombay me kam karte hai aur yaha pe chutti leke kabhi kabhi hi aate hai.Mai aur meri mummy hi gaon me rahte the.Ye kahani meri mummy ke upar hai ya kah sakte hai meri mummy ke kam vasnao ke upar hai. Meri mummy ek bahut hi ache nature ki aurat hai sabka khayal rakhna isme meri mummy bahut achi hai. Ghar. “Back here,” he said, “Be careful of all the cords and stuff.” Bev carefully maneuvered through the maze of light stands, cameras, and cords that made up the studio’s shooting room, and approached Dan in the rear office. As she got closer, Dan could see she was upset. Her eyes looked as if she had been crying, and her hands were shaking. This was not the Bev he knew. This was not the sarcastic bitch who told Diane about his date with Cathy. This was someone he had never seen before. “You have. “Hector,” I said again as he drove into me. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”“That’s good,” he said, while he fucked me. “Good. Unh. But you can only be side dish for me, okay? Okay?” He lifted himself up a little and continued fucking me. “Unh. Unh, yeah. Bunny will always be my, unh, my ‘forever bitch.’ You can be my ‘side bitch.’ Okay, baby?”I dropped my arms and legs in disappointment. How the fuck can he say this to me while he has his cock inside me? Even more tears flooded my eyes. I. 'You look like a moth in a cocoon', one man said somewhat jovially, I had to smile, and suddenly I was offered a glass of wine, 'I think she is too young for that', another said somewhat sternly, but I reached out and took it, feeling my nipples respond to the hand touching my breast, and as if to emphasize it, I looked again at the man who did it and smiled, to show there was no hard feelings, and my eyes dropped down to see if he had any hard feelings.I was being incredibly sexual and proper.