I realized he was huge, at least a foot taller than me.​“Tell me the truth, Ganga. You killed my parents, didn’t you?” I had intended to grab ...is collar and ask but didn’t do it as he seemed quite intimidated. Ganga smiled and then came close to my face and spoke.​“Yes, I did. Your coward father died because of me. But that was easy. What I did to your mother was far worse. In the middle of that afternoon, we carried her to the field holding her hands and legs. I was the Dushyasan who stripped. You gently pull away and begin to stand up. Taking my hand, you pull meup, kiss me again, then lead me across the room, leaving my blouse andbra and your pants on the couch. My hand in yours, I follow you intoyour softly, yet warmly lit bedroom. I notice the jar of "personallubricant" on your nightstand.We stand beside your bed for a couple of minutes, your tongue probing mymouth while your hands explore my breasts, my arms around your neck andmy jutting nipples probing the muscles of your. She let him kiss all over her neck and opened her mouth wide enough for his tongue to explore when he lip-locked with her.Savita was still confused about the offer. She would get an apartment, an amount worth her share in the restaurant. Jeet was even ready to pay for Alex’s share.Savita felt his hands strip her blouse from behind. He unhooked her bra and threw it on the floor before squeezing her huge breasts. Savita moaned as he leaned in to take her nipples in his mouth. Within no time, his. He also has an allotment. He LOVES his allotment!! When he's not at work, his daylight hours - and some his night ones - will be spent tending his vegetables. To be fair, what he lacked in personality was more than compensated for with his veg produce!! My folks are friendly with each other, but there's no actual affection between them. They've got used to each other and seem relatively comfortable with their lives.I suppose it's only natural that I've always been close to mum. We've always.