Tumhara Sasur kutto ki tarha tumhari Saas ki choot maar raha hai. main muskarai aur boli, agar aesi baat hai to tumhe pura haq hai mujhe chodnay ka ab...main tumhe mana nahi karongi. Ab jo chaho mere sath karo.Shankar ne meri baat suntay hi mujhe pura nanga kar diya. Phir usne apni dhoti aur kurta bhi utaar diya. Shankar ka lund pura akda howa tha. Main ne usay hath may pakad liya aur phir ghotno kay bal beth kar uska lund choosnay lagi. 10 minute tak main ne uska lund choosa phir Shankar nay. Eyes closed, fingers stroking her own clit, my fingers abetting with twists and squeezes of her nipples, she concentrated everything on feeling. I knew because I entered her mind, brought her my pleasure. Lifting at perfect pace to her bouncing upon me, we rode to ecstasy together. Its achievement brought a rolling feedback. Such exquisite pleasure. Intense. Profound. Cosmic. Impossible to sustain, and yet sustain it did for I don’t know how long. Seconds? Minutes?She collapsed atop me at its. Too damn many ironies for one life…First of all, the name: Susan B. Anthony. Major Susan B. Anthony, United States Army: combat-trained daughter of Quaker parents who were still reeling over her choice of career. She often wondered whether the original Susan B. Anthony, pioneering feminist (and a distant ancestor of Susan’s), would approve. As an agitator for women’s rights she would certainly have cheered Susan’s swift rise through the ranks of what had historically been an all-male. Finally we all slept on floor as there was not much space next morning my mother went to her relative with my brother and father went back to village. My aunt went with my mother to catch her bus. I was alone in house &, feeling bored. I went to pee and found my aunts bra and panty in bathroom. Suddenly out of curiosity I held her panty and smelled them, they were intoxicating I smelled them for some time and I felt a hard on down in my shorts. Out of experiment I put out my all cloths and wear.