Meri sadi ko 5 saal hone ko hain lekin 1 road accident baje se meri husband ke death 3 saal phale hocki hain, mera 3-3.5 saal ka beta hain unke death ...e vaqt wo sirf 3 months ka tha. Ab meri ghar me sirf mai mara beta aur uska dada rehte hain meri saas ka death cancer k bajese 1988 mai hogithi. Phleto mai ghar mehi raha karte thi lekin meri husband ke death bad mujhe die-in-harness scheme me job mil gaye aur may ghar sur office may busy rehne lagi, phle to bohothi muskil tha sab mentain karna. So didn’t call back. Time went, I was busy in studies & all. I choose not to have a girl for a while.A couple of years later I received a message from her, inviting me to her wedding. He was a rich lad with the family business in Mumbai. I congratulated her, didn’t poke more in her life. Next day she said, “you have to attend my wedding, I’ll book a room for u”. I was not ready initially. I didn’t respond. She called immediately “hey, why aren’t you replying??? I want you to attend my wedding”.. I was bucking around trying to get away from it as I watched him keep it deep in my throat. I see it leak around his cock and out of my mouth, and even it seemed to run out of my nose. I watched as he pulled out of my mouth and finished with a few shots just shooting into my mouth as I gasp for air. Some of it hit me on my face and started to run down into my eyes and such and made me look like some kind of slut who loved what had just happened.Well after a few seconds of rest, the camera. This was probably in preparation for the looming storm. Both women took a brief second of respite from their debate to regard him as he attended to his labors fifteen feet away from them. Not so much did he warrant their attention, but instead, the break allowed them to consider their options and bolster supportive arguments."Sure, I'm O.K. with it. Go bag your statue," replied Jasmine with a saucy twitch of her hips and a wicked smile."What if it rains?" inquired the blonde."Do you think.