“Why did I start writing erotic stories?” I wondered.“What made me write my first story?” I very seriously asked myself.It was always, always,...connected to the extreme sensual desires I had. Thinking how it all began, I closed my eyes as I lit my second cigarette.I immediately felt my mind filled with images of the very person I spent years lusting for. The very person who was the biggest reason for all my venereal cravings. My Dream Girl – My Mother, Mahima.As much as I enjoyed my wonderful. ..Imagine each time you closed your eyes you didn’t know if you’d wake upImagine a well-paid lawyer your family member tells you to lie and say you did somethingImagine what he says seems like the best alternative to keep you safest, alive...Imagine you do it to avoid avoiding a worse hell, perhaps you even fear death if you don’tImagine wondering if your members know what the lawyer’s telling youImagine if the forever treat you as if you were guiltyImagine if they read reports and never. I was thinking to myself, ˜Should I have said a NO to all this?? while I headed for the open doors of the studio.That was my first entry in his studio and it was nothing like the last time I had been there to take a passport picture. It was years before anyway. I was a bit overwhelmed at the enormity of the set and the infrastructure in general. ˜Since you agreed to pose as a picture model for our studio wall I suggest you take a complete photo shoot madam. Usually it is very expensive. I shall. Arpita had her first orgasm too. It was a very wild one. My juices were dripping from her lips.Me-Wow this was awesome Arpita. Bhabhi has never swallowed my juices.Bhabhi just looked at me and she went to Arpita’s face. She sucked her lips hard she tasted my juices and licked her tongue.Sarita-You were right, Vinay. I missed this nectar you really taste good.We three slept flat on our backs facing the ceiling. There was a satisfied smile on our faces. It took us about 10 minutes to come back to.