Devar bhabhi

##### Part 1 - A Walk in the Woods ##### Twas early in the spring of 1809 that she took up residence in the woods near our small and quiet town of Westmoor. We were a small community, reasonably polite, but wary of strangers. It was always fuck “Miss Lendberg” to her face, maintaining the polite social pleasantries in which we all cloak our true emotions. But by early summer, she carried many another name. A witch, some called her, or for a more dramatic flair, “the dark maiden”. Actual facts on the arts she was said to practice in those woods were of course slim, so we supplemented heavily with rumors, speculation, and hushed gossip. These were only whispered of course. A decade into the 19th century, we knew ourselves to be enlightened beyond the primitive fears and superstitions of Salem and other such witch-hunt nonsense. This we told ourselves, emboldened by the light of day, or in the company of others. Alone in the still of the night however, as the wind might rattle a loose shutter on the barn, or some unseen creature may scurry beneath the floorboards, the demons of paranoia hunted a bit closer to the heart, and even the bravest devar among us would not dare to tread the path through the woods in which she dwelled. What were the crimes of this young woman? None could truly say for sure. Always someone rumored this or that. Why, William Baker had heard -- straight from the friend of his cousin on his mother’s side -- that “That Woman” had flown right at him, plunging from the night sky, screeching and yowling like some animal possessed. Never you mind the several pints of ale that had been downed, because that surely didn’t have thing-one to do with what was the god’s-honest-truth. So the rumors flew, and the tales grew, and as the dog-days of July did rapidly approach, we had ourselves our own little legend festering in whispered tones. Truth be told, there were but a hand-few who would ever truly come punjabi to understand the goings-on in those secretive woods. I would be one of those few. I came to see and learn things beyond my wildest imagination; things which defy all logic and things that changed me forever. Was she a witch? Here is the tale, for you to decide. At the onset of that mysterious summer I found myself of marrying age. My mother, a housewife, and my father, a shopkeeper in the dry-goods trade, worked diligently to procure a suitable husband for their only daughter to marry. Formal introductions had been made to nearly all the eligible men in town, and yet I found myself his without a hint of interest in the entire lot of them. Call them Bhabhi what you will, but in turn I found each to be rude, foolish, smelly, awkward, cruel, criminal, or insane, in often unsavory combinations. My female friends at this age were of course all a-chatter about this boy or that one. Did he like her, and did she like him, and on and on in a boring drone. Forgive me, but I lacked the passion that they felt. No man turned my pretty head, made my heart pound with emotion, nor left me faint and breathless. Jeff could hear Deb's muffled screams through the ball gag. 'No! No please don't! Mira could still feel the dull ache in her ass. Bhabhi I am really close to pulling her pants down and spanking her. I bring the food to everyone before I get theirs. “I need to get these into the wash without mom realizing why they are soiled. Superb taste in fuck design. She had 40 dd’s a devar bubble butt short well-toned legs and a great smile. James couldn't help but return a weak smile of his own. You were closer than your mistress, and I am very weak.” It blinked slowly as it talked, the mirth in its voice was his all but gone. Asked Hailey questioningly, "what do you mean?" As Matt took my hand I whispered "are they wearing panties." "Yes Will, yes!" mom started screaming punjabi as she kept playing with herself. "Debbi, have you heard this? Seeing as how you have no way out of this, why don’t you just chill out?” I had stopped drilling it in when it was about an inch in. “Time for the other one.” Yet with the loyalty she had shown me and all that had happened recently I was feeling generous.