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We drank the milk and my uncle asked me to leave the tray with the empty cups outside the door, which I faithfully carried out. I bent my head sideways to see what my uncle was doing. I often felt that I should put my hand on your crotch and hold your cock.

So I spread my brief over his dhoti and dried my hair with the towel. Was it not my dream all these days? When I enveloped his cock-head in my mouth, it tasted very sweet.