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I used to go to my bro’s place thrice a week and one day I found her depressed I endlessly asked her for the reason but she was hesitant. After 2 days I again went back and she was still depressed. This time I didn’t ask her anything i tried making her happy with jokes and praising her for looks. I slipped my tongue by saying “bhabhi, you are such a bombshell and things took a wild turn from then on. She asked “am I really sexy? I replied yes, you are everyman’s sex angel” she bursted into tears saying my bro’s extra affair. I was shocked but I took it as a chance to let free my hidden desires of having her. I hold her face kissed her cheeks and said “love you bhabhi” she was happy and hugged me tightly. I could feel her heavy boobs crushing on my chest. I pulled back and kissed her lips she responded and ran to the kitchen smiling. I followed her and hugged her from back and she must have felt my erection. I showered her with kisses on her shoulder, face and neck. She was so happy. I know that the moment of intense pain I felt as the energy beams overloaded my shields and blew my little scout ship to pieces ... well, some of that pain came back with me. I hurt like blazes for a few seconds. If it isn't real, how could I feel the pain after I got back?"Arlene, now standing, leaned against a console and took another sip of her coffee. "When I asked Daddy about it, he just grinned and advised me to not get killed. I will say one thing about the pain; it has made me really, really careful." Yeah..." Ann said as she stared at the date on her watch. "But how does Ship do that? I mean, were we really there?" She frowned, but continued. "I can't believe I actually asked that. I know we were there, but then I guess we were still here, too. I can remember the things we talked about and studied; remember going to all those classes, and remember us staying up night after night to get me caught up with the rest of the class. And I can remember my first simulated manual.
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