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Agle din pitaji ne kisi baat pe gussa ho ke ek patli chardi se mousi ki pitayee kar di, mein bitch mein jaa ke mousi ko batchaya, pitayee ki baat gaanv ke ghar ghar ki kahani thi ye sab normal tha. Koi bhi baat pe pati se pitayee ek normal si ghatna thi aur sharab pi ke toh pitayee karna bhi aam baat hi thi. Pitaji bahar nikal gaye the kaam se 7baze hi aur lautna tha shaam ko 5.30-6 baze tak. Mousi ko dhadhas badhaya aur uski madad ki kaam mein aur dono let ke baat karne lage, mousi ne mekhla aur dupatta hi daal rakha tha, mekhla pure aadhe pet pe chadha hua tha aur dupatta ko ek patti ki tarah baandhe hue thi jis se nipple chorr ke upar aur nitche ke ubhar khulle the, unki kamar aur pith aur bazu pe chardi ka daag tha, meine kamar pe sahlate hue se poocha dard ho raha hai? Dukhi hui aur mere gaud mein sar rakh ke emotional hui aur mein pith pe haath ghuma raha tha, tabhi meine daag pe cream lagwane kaha aur unki kamar mein lagate hue mekhla nitche karne kaha, khadi ho ke mousi ne. After all, she hadn't done anything to deserve more than that. I continued to put up an iron front and decline every invitation to meet up. This just ended up with her being more miserable and finally it got to the point where I needed to put her down in person. Finally I agreed to meet her at my place. She was drunk, there was no logic to her. I had to do this in person. I explained the situation to Brandy and Maggie. I exaggerated how much of a drag it was and stressed how much I didn't want to get back with her. Maggie tried to play it cool, but she seemed a little worried. I promised her that Christina was even more annoying than she was and flashed her a smile. She seemed relieved, but outside of making sure I saw her breasts, I didn't really care. Christina came in wearing a dark red dress with slightly torn stockings and smeared make up. She looked miserable, which made her vulnerable. "Hi," she meekly managed. I sighed. It was all I could manage. "I'm sorry. I just had a.
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