Their rear view mirrors see many things we will never see. They dont tell&hellip, as that would be against their code of&hellip,.silence. My friend un...le one evening broke the code of silence and told me this one story&hellip,.later I found out about tiny hidden video cameras and micro listening devices&hellip,but those are maybe&hellip, future stories&hellip,&hellip, —– &hellip,The uncle got himself ready to go to sleep. He smiled as thousands of thoughts ran through his mind. He choose his. Grandmother Parvathi, was the wife of a landlord, belonging to a respectable upper caste family. They have lot of wealth, lands, huge mansion- like house, and several servants to look after the farming, cattle, and cows. She was regarded and respected by every one in the village, as a pativrata (pious woman). The villagers consider her as living goddess, who helps them in need of the hour. She was the mother of three daughters and a son and a grandmother of six children. She became my mistress.. Marcus put his hand on my tap pants, felt my erection and looked into my eyes. Nice, he said and he asked me if I thought we were ready for the moment of truth. My heart skipped a beat. I asked if he knew what he was doing because I believed he was a virgin like me. He assured me he was, but he had been doing research.I lifted my hips and told him to take them off. He slid my tap pants down my legs. He kissed my knees and my legs up to my hips. He ran his finger along the scar where Dr Patel. Not just an ordinary kiss, one of those "I've missed you so much" kisses. I could feel his cock between my legs, the heat he was giving off was incredible, I wanted him so badly to be inside of me.He stopped kissing me and reached down, grabbed his cock and began to rub it up and down my slit, teasing me, taunting me, every motion made me want to pull him right down on top of me. Finally, the moment I'd been waiting for. He slowly began to push himself inside of me, but just the head, allowing.