I live in bangalore. The story I am going to tell you is something which happened to me just two months ago. Well I would not say it’s a story. Infa...t it is a true incident that happened. Before that let me tell about my self. I am a short, plump chubby type of guy. Not so good looking and dashing. That’s the reason I never had a girlfriend. Though there has many small time friendships with, I would say second grade, girls during my engineering student days. I am still a virgin. I have had many. I carried heavy loads,scrubbed stained floors, plucked chickens, and discarded the refuse eachday. If the massive oven in the kitchen needed cleaning or even if itdid not, it was I who was summoned to crawl deep inside and sc**** thecaked soot and blackened remains along the walls, always working late atnight so the oven could be ready for use the next day. I took my lot graciously and did not complain. Even as I was whippedfor failing to remove an imperceptible black spot off a great. Fir maine uski salvaar nikaal di. Usne gulaabi rang ki panty pehni thi jo ab aage se bhig chuki thi. Main usse bistar par le gaya aur apani t-shirt aur jeans utaarkar uske oopar aa gaya.Maine use bahut chooma uske stanon ko bahut choosa aur niche ki taraf badha. Pehle to maine uski panty ke aaspaas apani jibh ghumai aur fir panty ke oopar jibh ghumaane laga. Use bahut achchha lag raha tha aur woh munh se aah um oohh ki aavaajen nikaal rahi thi.Fir maine uski panty nikaal di aur uski gili gori. So after my inter I was also helping my father till the college start and then my uncle came to pick me and my father apologized for his miss behavior and on the same day he ask me to come, as soon I reached there I greeted my uncles wife and she looked very upset then the same evening I could hear my uncle and jayanthi aunty were having heated arguments’ about my visit, according to her my father did drama there so that he knew that my uncle would take the responsibilities, by hearing that.