Dono ghar ka hi kam karti hai. Hum sahparibar delhi me rahte hai. Delhi me humara bada makan hai.Papa or bhaiya dono apne business me bussy rahte the....Bat 1.5 sal pahle ki hai. Mere papa ne humara upar wale makan ko unke kisi purane dost ko de diye the.Papa ke dost ka naam abdul khan tha. Abdul unvle muslim the. Unki age sayad papa ke age se kam thi.Abdul uncle papa ke bade deler hua karte the. Lakin kuch salo pahle unhne ye kaam chhod diya.Ab uncle kuch naya business krna chahte the. Isiliye. I would love to hear from you if you want to comment or message. If something seems off or you think another path should be added, let me know and I will either fix or add as needed. All characters are at least 18. Most new chapters will likely show up on weekends. One of the best days of my life began on a cool October day in the middle of football season at my local college. It was the middle of the week and it was common place for a group of the junior year boys to hang out in the stands of. As I cough in the dust on the ground, I hear a beautiful sound; a girl’s laughter. I smile to myself and sigh, as Nayima laughs at my expense.“Could you please get off me, Nayima? I have water-duty today…”My words are muffled by the ground below me, but Nayima seems to have heard, as I feel the weight on my back lifting. I quickly get up and dust myself off before I turn around and indeed see Nayima smiling innocently.“I know, and the elders sent me to help you.” She says, still smiling. I sigh. She gobbled down all his cum and then continued until he was hard again. At this point, she mounted him and fucked him until they both reach orgasm. Lying next to her, he asked what had brought this on."Just thought I might've been neglecting you," she said with a smile on her lips, but what he wondered what was in her heart.Early the next morning he was out of the house early. He spent the day moving assets around. His major ploy was to move as much money as possible into the girls'.