Nd hu chusva lagyo nd dabava lagyo to aemne mara pant ni chein kholi ne maro lund bahar kadhyo nd eldum khush khush thai gaya nd hath thi halava lagya...ne bolyaP: taro to sameer karta pan vadhare lambo che aemno to 5 inch noj che ne aa to ketlo moto cheNd ekdum thi lund mohma laine jor jor thi chusva lagya nd lokhand na rod jevo tight kari nakhyo nd maro lodo koi first time chusti hati to huto ankho bandh kari ne bus enjoy karto hatoMe blue film bv joi che to badhu khaber padtiti pn karvano moko. And then he remembered. Looking into his jacket pocket, he found the can of oil he'd bought for her. He sighed. Self-repairing oil. They could do so much these days. And yet the mind was still out of reach. Suresh remembered, the first time she'd woken up, in the hospital.She didn't know him. The look in her eyes, the confusion, the absence of the person she was, was right there. And everything he'd loved with her, built with her, was lost. Suresh looked out to his skiff. Maybe not all of it.. He became lost in his conquest, forgetting to be gentle, pumping and pumping her with increasing ardor and boldness until his fury and shame were released deep inside . . . her ass canal. Three evenings later, a mumbling Hiram Leffler was at the parlor door, satchel in hand, giving his halting good-byes to the Reverend Albin and doing everything he could to avoid eye contact with Ada. Right up until she’d seen Hiram and that satchel, Ada had been glowing. She had received the advertisements. Let me describe the lady. Arti ( name changed). She is 36 years old with a slightly plump body but very hot. She is very fair with big melons and a perfect ass. She is a housewife and her husband travels a lot for his job.They moved upstairs last year and she and I always had a good bonding. She would always ask for help as her husband was not always around and I would gladly help her. So one day I heard furniture moving up and I went to see what was happening. Arti bhabhi was moving her.