Show, Tarak Mehta Ka Oolta Chashma. If any girl in Chandigarh aur Panchkula wants real enjoyment or only friendship can reach me out on my gmail: .Als... please do not forget to comment on the story.You can also give me your feedback on the above stated email.Now let me begin my story. Most of you would be knowing about the society and the characters, so I am skipping that part. The rest of the story will be told in Hindi for the convenience of some people. Subah 8:30 am –Daya: Arey sadhe aath. To my surprise it wasn't even locked. I guess nobody expected anyone to make use of it and I soon found out why. While the panel moved, it moved stiffly like something that hadn't been used in years. It was heavily rusted and it took a little muscle to get it open. When it was open enough, I crawled out of it and onto the roof.The roof was a risky move for us considering what we could have found out there. I'd decided on taking the risk after seeing all the nice green trees that dotted the. My wife Cindy was standing in the doorway watching everything. It scared me so much that my anal muscles tighten up and the dildo shot out of my ass like a missile.I had cum dripping all over my face and my mouth was full of hot thick sperm. I dropped my legs down on the bed and my cock was still standing up. Cindy walked over and slapped my cock till it was soft. She reached down and pulled me into a standing position. I looked down on the bed and cum was sprayed all over it. Where I was. Kate went silent again for a few minutes. The scene playing showed the middle-aged woman masturbating as she watched a young man painting the front of her house. “So have you slept with many guys yet Ella?”“No, I haven’t met the right one”Silence again, I noticed Kate had her hand under the covers, her knees raised, she spread her legs slightly and the cover slipped over her knee. “Do you masturbate Ella?” I looked at Kate, her hand was making small circles around her clit, through the nylon.