Ab me direct kahani par aata hoon baat 3 saal pehle ki hai garmiyon ke din the me kamre me lete maa ki chudaai ki kahaniyan pad raha tha us samay papa...bahar gaye huye the maa kamre ke bahar leti huyi thi jabki unke bagal me dusri khatiya par meri bhatiji leti huyi thi. Kahaniyan padte padte mera lund tankar ek lohe ki rod jaisa ho gaya tha mene apna underwear utara or toliya lapet kar meri pyari maa pushpa ko chodne ke iraade se me kamre se bahar aakar unki khatiya par let gaya or unse chipak. This was Rob's sailboat before we got married and he's taught me to sail but he's much better at it than I am. Neither Rob nor I sail in challenging weather, if we can avoid it. If the weather turns bad while we're out, he takes the helm. We sail for the fun of it, not to take unnecessary risks. We're not adrenaline junkies; we don't jump off buildings or bridges, we don't race cars or motorcycles. I MIGHT consider trying sky diving but I don't know if Rob would." I might let you talk me into. We talked about general topics such as studies and all then I told her that I was feeling sleepy so I went off to sleep (just pretending to sleep). She was sitting on my left side on the window I crossed my hands around my chest and pretended to sleep and slowly with some guts I kept mu right hand on her arm and kept there for sometime on seeing no reaction from her side I started moving my hands to her navel region over her kurti and slowly with the help of the potholes my hand reached more. On Friday late evening. It was really strange.I spent a long while calling some of her friends, asking if she was there, but it was useless. Nobody knew about her since that morning.I found a kind of business card on the floor, close to the main table at the dining room.I was even stranger, I could not recognize the name of some guy there, but yes I recognized very well the stripper pub address hand written on it.I quickly pulled it out and speed my car to that place.“The Cotton Club,” I.