Varun ke gharwale ab humari shakal bhi nahi dekhna chahte the.Aur mere ghar me sirf meri chhoti bahen his thi jo chori-chhipe mujhse phone pe baat kar...liya karti. Par hume ab uski zyada parvah nahi thi. Hum ek-dosre ke saath khush the. Yeh incident tab hua jab Varun ke school ka dost, Karan, Udaipur ek college ka entrance exam dene aaya tha. Woh humare hi ghar me ruka tha. Humara ghar 5 bedroom ka double storied makaan tha, jo ki Udaipur shahar se thoda bahar tha.Humare ghar ke charo taraf. On the other hand, if she has a huge, shaggy bush it’s a turnoff.’ ‘What about smoking and drinking?’ ‘Smoking is out. Oh, I suppose I could tolerate a woman who smokes five or six cigarettes a day, as long as she doesn’t do it in the house or car. The smell really bothers me, I guess because I smoked so heavily that it made me sick and I had to give it up years ago. Taking a drink now and then is okay, but I don’t want anything at all to do with a drunk. Been there, done that, don’t need to do. Vo aayi aur usne darwaza khola aur muje saamne nanga dekha mere land khada tha to vo dekh ke turant bahar chali gai. Mene kapde pehne aur bahar gaya usko bola darwaza knock karke nahi aa sakti thi to usne bola sorry mene bola loi baat nahi. Mene bola tum ne to mera land dekh kar maje le liye ab mera kya to voo hasne lagi.Mene kaha bolo ab mera kya to usne bola aap to harroz mere ball dekh ke maje lete ho aaj chus ke maje le lo. Me khush ho gaya aur usko piche se pakad liya aur jor jor se uske. I couldn’t move, I wanted to run but something kept me frozen in that spot. Mrs. Jones finally got to her wobbly feet and a stream of fluid poured from her anus and vagina. She stood and wrapped her self in the small red robe that she had left laying across the sofa and made her way shakily across the room to unlock the door that I was standing at. “What the hell are you doing, what do you want?” She shouted at me angrily “I’m, I’m sorry” I stuttered “I was just dropping of a package of yours”.