I bring my tongue up along his shaft, nibbling and sucking the skin. When I reach the tip, I flick it with my tongue. I bring my lips around it, using...my teeth to scrape the ridge, my tongue constantly moving on the head. I take my hand and massage his sack as I am sucking on the head. Slowly sliding my hand up and down, using my fingertips to tickle him. Going down, I cup his sack, massaging it as I take his cock fully into my mouth, bringing it deep into the back of my throat. While massaging. Nisha: Bhabhi, the reason is that what children nowadays eat is totally artificial. From childhood, children are given dabba milk. Nothing is pure.Kalpana: Yes, did you not breastfeed your children?Nisha: Yes, I did.Kalpana: How long?Nisha: I breastfed Badi for 2 years but I gave milk to Munni for 1 year. Because Monty bhabhi told me that if you breastfeed children for long, they become jiddi.Kalpana: Your Monty bhabhi is a modern woman. She thinks breastfeeding spoils the shape of. The girls were afforded private bedrooms where they did not have to answer to anyone and could be themselves. All of the schools were headed up by married couples promoting a family atmosphere. Some of the girls would even refer to them as mom and dad. It was my intent that when the girls left the school they would be able to strike out on their own and make their way through life without becoming a burden on society or a victim.--[Resuming the story]--After the schools had been in operation. Moving back in with either of my parents was not an option.It was on a Tuesday when I got the call. I always got nervous when I got a call from a number I didn't recognize because it might be a bill collector who got my cell number. But I also knew that I gave this number to every business I had applied to, so I answered my phone."Hello?" Yes, may I speak with Cheyanne Lewis?" asked a man's voice."This is Cheyanne." Good afternoon, my name is Kaleb Winter and I'm with-" (the name of the company.