‘Reema is a superstar in class. She’s only going to have one drink tonight, OK guys?’ Cassie said. Reema turned to her and caught her new friend...��s wink. She appreciated that Cassie had her back. She liked that she respected that academics were important to her. ‘She’s like an encyclopedia with books. She knows so much and is like reading all the time.’ ‘I am a kind of book nut,’ she laughingly admitted. ‘Today I made myself a list of stuff I wanna read for fun this year.’ She truly hoped she. Woh uske mom ke sath rehti thi jinka naam tha Sarla.Kinjal ke dad ki early age me hi death ho gayi thi aur she was only child so ghar me maa beti dono hi rehte the. Uske dad ka property consultant ka business tha aur khud ke Mumbai me 2 properties thi jisake rent se unka guzara ho jata tha. Kinjal ke shaadi me usne uske mom se first time mujhe milwaya. Sarla aunty was pure gem. Perfect Indian Gujju lady. Unhe first time dekhke hi main pehchan gaya tha ki she is unused, unhappy aur away from sex. That word again, there were too many variables that I had little control over.“No go and talk to the men, I need to think.” She rode off to do my bidding, obedient, but not happy.Dawn came and went with a few light, fluffy clouds scattered across the sky. The roads were busy with farmers and merchants transporting their goods to and from the city with an occasional mounted patrol. After the third patrol that we passed, I had to settle down Chandra. She kept tensing up in their presence, which. I wondered what our life would be like when we got back home. She’d taken a big bite out of the huge and forbidden Garden-of-Eden pleasure apple, and I didn’t think she would ever again be totally satisfied with the pleasure she could get from the bites out of my lawfully entitled and relatively plum-sized apple. Both the size of the apple and the illicit rebellion against society’s acceptable-behavior ethos had worked their way into my bride’s libido, and the connection with her honeymoon.