You look back, and can´t see the spot where you dove in anymore. It's too dark over there. You continue swimming, but the light does not come close. ...ith every stroke, it goes one stroke away. You suddenly you feel true fear. That something you are not used to. In the world of plastic, glass, and concrete you come from there is no real fear. No "life-or-death"-fear. There are the internet and fast food, and cars and noise and all the bullshit that makes headaches. There is the fear of illness. The wedding was celebrated in typical brahminical style and Ramya satisfied all the prying eyes and snide remarks of these people. As she grew up in an ashram , she did not have any relatives from her side.Now she was an expert in vadamal style cooking also, right from vethaKozhambhu to avial to more kali , (all typical brahmin food) she became an expert , thanks to Mrs Vijayalakshmi.As Ramya entered the bathroom , she saw Shankar fully naked except for his poonal(cross thread) and off course. ...Not wanting to waste my man seed in Sandy's mouth now came the time for your daddy to finally enjoy Sandy's pussy and ass hole with his cock...Sandy is told to get on her hands and knees and Shannon is to lick, tongue and finger both of Sandy's fuck hole to open them up for daddy's hard thick uncut cock...as Shannon does as she is told, daddy moves to Sandy's mouth and start to fuck her face, holding his hands behind her head as he fucks her hard, ensuring his erection is in good order when. Or ajit chuso meri choot chuso aaj tal meri chut kisi ne nai chusi hai tum chuslo ji bharker main unki chut chusne laga or mujue bhi bahot maja a raha tha or karib 10 mint bad vo jad gai or main unka sara pani pi gya or fir uhone mera land ka supara niche kiya or muhme lekar use chusne lagi muje bahot maja anne laga kyokimaine 1st time koi mera land chuj raha tha or 15 mint me bhi jar gya or maine boila mami main jarne wala hu to vo boli ki sara pani meri muhme nikaldo maine fir jar gya or vo.