”“Ye tumhari bhool hai. Humein gahre se gahre raaj nikalwana achhi tarah aata hai. Yamraaj sirf ek naam nahi, khauf ki daastaan hai.”“Tu mere ...aath lag ja, phir mai tujhe tere Yamraaj se milwa dunga. Tune ek dewta ke samaan insaan ko khud ko marne ko majboor kiya hai.”“HaHaHa! Shastri apne anjaam ka khud jimmedaar hai. Kuch log insaniyat ki chaah mein ye bhool jate hain ki insaniyat yahan kasht bhogne hi aayi hai, uski kismat hi yhi hai. Shastri to akela tha lekin tumhari to family hi Mr.. Your looks don't give the accurate picture of who you both are." I threw my arms in the air and shrugged. "Well, you could say I introduced your guy to those things. Really, I'm the bad guy." She laughed. "Don't just try to absolve this guy of anything. I've seen how spoilt he is," she replied, rolling her eyes. "It's after I met this bad guy." She playfully pinched her fiance on the shoulder. "That I lost my anal virginity."I choked for real this time and went into a fit of coughs. My friend. Only her grocery cart separated us. "I know it's you, but I'm not sure about the name. I have the worse time remembering names." Yes it is," I took a deep breath and confirmed her assumption. We had met before, of that much I was certain! Proof was in the fact she knew my name. I also recognized her. She wore a tight little T-shirt. I noticed the outline of her bra underneath."I knew it was you," She stepped around her cart. She came near. Her voice lowered. "I could never forget you, even with. We both felt it at the same moment. We kissed as I lay over her. My chest collapsed over her breasts, pushing them tightly against me. We kissed long and hard as we both whispered our love for one another at the same time. "Fuck me, sweet, darling Ahmad. Fuck me, please!" Mom called out in a lover's rage.I raised myself up so I could slip my hard, throbbing cock into my mother Fatima's hot cunt. She took the shaft of my cock in her hand and guided it to its rightful place. For a moment, she.