Now that I have moved in with her-there remains new adventures to explore. And in a karmic way-I figure if I let the world have a piece of her, and sh... has a piece of the world-then I end up with the prize. The other dudes before me-were so incredibly selfish and controlling -albiet trying to smother their trophy wife or G/F in the end, the Universe pulled the obsession away from them. That happens, perhaps you can relate. So as the title of this factual story goes - "I Never Watch" this is my. Main dekh kar aata hun,” itna bolke Verma ji upar wale kamre mein chale gayi.Main itna daari hui thi ki mujhe yeh dhyaan hi nahi tha ki puri nangi hun. Main sidiyo ke dusri taraf muh karke khadi hui thi. Itne mein mujhe kisine peeche se pakad liya aur zameen pe gira diya. Maine peeche mudke dekha. Waha Verma Ji pure nange khade the. Unka mota lund tannaya hua tha.“Verma Ji… yeh… aap,” maine kehne ki koshish kari.“Chup… bilkul chup,” Verma Ji chillaye, “saali randi, ek toh mera kiraya nahi deti. “If you had taken my cherry, I would have been your good girl.”“You are now,” I purred and leaned down.She kneaded the sides of my tits as they pressed into her big, soft boobs. My lips met hers, I kissed my daughter with hunger. My lips sealed over hers. My tongue thrust into her mouth. She groaned, kissing me back with hunger. Her arms wrapped around mine.So did her legs.She held me tight. Her pussy squeezed about me. This wonderful delight rippled through my body. I groaned and drew back my. "Sex tonight?" I'm not really in the mood," replied Nicole."The new Penthouse Letters is here." Frank held up the shrinkwrapped magazine he'd pulled from their mailbox.Nicole shrugged. "To tell you the truth, they're starting to bore me. All the stories are the same after awhile." Her reading and subsequently her sex drive had fallen off this past year. She'd gained another fifteen pounds as had Frank. He now had a large beer gut. Nicole on the other hand had started excersizing and had lost.