Aunty ne kaha chalo bad sey nichey utareyaunty ne room mai rakhi ek badi aaram wali chair khich kar laai (aunty ke room mai bada muh dekney ka kaanch ...aga hua taa)Main bola aunty aap kya kar rahi hai aunty boli tum chair par mirror ke samney muh kar ke baithnaa main ulti hokar tumare land par baithungi tum apney aagey lagey mirror sey apnaa pura land meri gaand main andar bahar jata dekh sakogay mai pichey mud kar apni gaand ko chudta hua dekhungi main khush ho gaya pahli baar main apnaa land. Mithila swallowed hard and shifted her buttocks again. Could this be? Are you Mithila?He said in a deep voice that sliced through her and yes chacha,’ she shyly replied as she stood up. Wonderful!’ he could barely control his leer. You are beautiful!’ he complimented making her blush. I’m your Motin chacha.Mithila was stunning: long inky black hair with loose natural curls, full lips, and tits that wanted to bust out of the white tight fitting short kameej that didn’t conceal her perpetually. You see, both of us attended a junior high school, grades seven through ten, and I had just entered ninth grade. We older students, almost always guys but once in a while girls with more than their share of guts, could become "hall monitors", which involved telling students—usually lower classmates, not to be boisterous or to—horrors—go up stairs two at a time.Well one day I noticed the shy and very lovely Jenny, and by the books she carried I knew she was an eighth grader. Maybe it was just. Sayeed was their God Father, because from where the collected maid servants was Mr. Sayeed’s native area. So they couldn’t disobey Mr. Sayeed. Once one maid servant went away after a certain period of time, I soon offered for another and within one week they supplied a new maid for me. Though I had fucked all my maid servants with various tricks or in exchange of money but they did not stay for a long period. Their parents didn’t keep them in a home for a long time, for what they do so still I.