She asked me to sit at my computer and write something. She wanted to see me in action. I didn't dare tell her I get off on my own writing. She ins...isted so I sat and turned my computer on. Im here now sitting here and cant think of one damn thing to write about. She is telling me to think hard but nothing is comming to me. She is telling me to relax while she is rubbing my neck. That feels nice. My god she is touching my boob playfully and is laughing. "Write aboutthat" she. .Bhabhi me meri pant niche kar di aur mera lund sidha unke muu par jaa laga, bhabhi puri ki puri chowk gai thi ..Trupti : Hey bhagwan, ye itna bada, mai nahi kar paungi maddy …Mai : Dekhte hai bhabhi, jabse aapko pehli baar dekha tha shadi ke mandap mai tabse chodna tha, aaj to mai aapki chut mai mera lund daal kar hi rahunga.Ye kehte hue, maine bhabhi ka kurta fad diya aur boobs jor jorse dabane laga…Trupti : Ahhhhh, itni jorse nahi aaaahhhh, dard hoo raha hai ..Mai : Ohh trupti, aaj to baht. To make her a woman and take her innocence from her.She understood how Michael had rejected her back then. She wore a bra, but it was a training bra, little more than bumps beneath it, her nipples just tiny brown tips. Her hips were still blooming back then, her ass not even formed. She was just a spindly, awkward girl. No wonder he closed the blinds so quick. The beer buzz gave her the nerve to do it. She would try again. She turned on her lights, even her nightstand lights until they were all. We had to run to the terrace end.I said “there is a water tank” “we can hide there” “fire won’t work on water” she believed this time too. Slowly two of us went inside the tank and stayed for 15 minutes.The fire was not reached the tank.We can breathe easily in there and water was low too.Now it is time for final stage.As i saw her, she was partially wet and slightly shaken. I told her to remove clothes semi and dry off. She hesitated and said no. So i decided to cover her with my clothes. I.