Saying about my friend his name is karan chand. He is a CET boy. His dad is always stays in Rajasthan. Her mom is housewife. That’s all I know about...his family. After I reached chennai he is in railway station waiting fr me. He is my best friend from thanjavur itself. Actually he suggested me to come to chennai with him for studies that’s y my dad send me to chennai. But I never saw his mom before. I doesn’t cared about it too. He took me to his home. I carries my luggage and he rang the door. . characters, then, are... unconventional women?" she asked. I shrugged. "What's a conventional woman? I love all women, no matter what they look like. Are you into girls?" I asked the podcaster casually. She stammered again, not prepared for that kind of questioning: "I... maybe... I have never... uh..." "Okay, so maybe bi-curious but you haven't sucked much pussy," I concluded. "So let me tell you, women are very different from the picture we get in the movies, on tv or in books. Like, one. Aunt Betty as she was sometimes called had recently lost her husband not so long ago, but she had not lost him through death but lost him through his cheating ways. Despite his cheating ways she regarded herself as a widow and would often claim the man she married was dead to her, Betty had oddly even held a wake for Michael which antagonised all of her husbands family and friends none of whom attended the pseudo wake but all of whom Betty was sure got an invite. Betty found it fulfilling to. "Don't you like it? I've never had a complaint yet." She grinned broadly, as she slowly ground her hips, causing her pussy to rub against the stroking fingers of his hand."Yeah, I like it. I like it a lot. Gina always leaves a little strip over her pussy." His finger thrust a tad deeper into his new sister in law's pussy, beneath the white table cloth of the wedding reception table. "Your sister doesn't let me touch her when she's dressed up either. I always loved how you wore nylons or heels.