Balki har mard ka lund jisko dekhke pant se bahar aane lagta hai woh aurat hu. Mere gore-gore bade stann aur meri matakti gaand ke sabhi deewane hai.M...re pati ‘Ghosh Babu’ meri chut ki garmi nahi nikaalte to mujhe doosre mardo ka sahara lena padta hai. Jo bistar mein mujhe achi tarah pel sake. Ab main shuru karti hu apni agli kahani. Ab main shuru karti hu apni ‘Complaint Karne Jaane Se Leke, Chudai Ki Class Tak’ ka agla part. Is part ka maza lene ke liye pichle parts zaroor padhe.Pichle part. After a bit, I casually extended a leg again and placed my foot up between his legs onto his seat cushion. He looked at me in horror and his mouth made funny little Chinese sounds. I smiled and said to him, "I don't speak Chink." in very bad Chinese. He shook his head and said in English, "No... I... no want... no... prease!" But I was reading my paper again, my foot lodged between his widespread legs.We sat that way for fifteen minutes as I finished the paper, and were interrupted in our. We exchanged a very meaningful smile. When she came out of bathroom, she had changed into a long t shirt that almost reached her knees but nothing below. she asked me for dinner but I was hungry for something else. we got into bed again. It was just 8.30 pm but it was very cold and quiet outside. I put my hands in my mom’s waist and she continued watching tv. I raised my hands up to her boobs feeling her tummy all over and put her head on my shoulder. I gathered courage and began playing with. What she had to still prove to them was that she could handle the complexities and challenges of a place like India. Despite her initial reservations, she had discovered that didn’t really dislike India. She had arrived with the standard expectations of poverty, inefficiency and corruptions and her initial impressions were exactly what she had perceived. However she had quickly realized that in the city that was shared equally by hope and despair, there were many ways of conducting business..