Mee ankhee band kiyee huee chup chap letee rahee. Usnee lund vapis khenchaa aur dubra bahut tej jhatkaa maraa aur mere munhh par bhee haath rakh diyaa...fer bhee mere ghutee cheekh bahut zor see niklee. Mujhee esaa lagaa jaseee kiseee nee mere chut ek tej chakuu see kaat dee hoo.. aur ek moteee balee meeree chut mee dee de ho…me dard kee mare bahut jor see ronee lagee aur chillakar kah rahee thee rahul nikaloo iss lund koo mujhee tumhe chut nahee denee haa.Rahul koo mere upar taras aa gayaa thaa. As she stood on the portico, thick transcriptin hand, I could tell from the look on her face that?s something deeplytroubled her. ?What?s wrong?? I asked. Tears welled up in Anna?s eyes as she struggled to answer,turning to avoid eye contact. ?It?s so horrible? she said. I took Anna by the hand and led her to a creaky old wickersofa in the veranda as a warm Tuscan afternoon breeze drifted through the house.Without speaking a word I poured us each a glass of lightly chilled pinot, glancingup. ..30...29...28...And she could hardly contain herself as the carriage stopped on her floor! "He wouldn't!" she thought to herself. And He didn't. The doors remained closed and the car soon continued its ride towards the basement. 27...26...25...24...23...22....21...20...The car stopped once again, and the doors opened. She could only smile nervously as she noticed the janitor waiting for the other elevator. Thank goodness he was going up! She exhaled a huge sigh of relief as the doors closed. Now i do not want to vast your time, so i will tell you only about my real journey , befor that let me explain about my mother, my mother name is shahin, age 42, she is same look like film actress jaya prada, little fat wide tip house wife,…… Real story start in hindi…….Whoh din sham ke kariban 6 baje me aur meri mummy nasik highway pe pune jane ke liye bus ke liye wait kar rahe they, humne kisi bus ki ticket nahi lee thi, kyu ki nasik high way se yuhi bus mil jati hey, Whoh din pata nahi ek.