When he died I have only my son Viji who a 6 month baby my husband family does not like me because ours love marriage& also inter caste one. he marrie... against to wish of his family they virtually through me out of house.My widowed mom help me little my brothers not I am uneducated [my son educate me in English by his encouragement I learned] I started flower vending near the temple. Life is very difficult but I want my son to get good education & get good job I don’t want to him suffer like. Mene pith par or gardan par chumna suru kiya or aunty piche hath kar ke mere baloko sehlane lagi ab mene hath kamar kar fferna suru kiya or dhire dhire unke boobe par le gaya or dhire dhire dabane laga.mere hatho ko manto jannat si mil gai thi.aunty ke muh se avaje aa rahi thi yeeh..yeeh..uumm..unki ankhe band thi..me unko piche se hi dabata raha or chumta raha..kya kayamat lag rahi thi aunty itni gori aurat mene aaj tak nahi dekhi thi.me dabate dabate ruk gaya or bed se utar gaya.to aunty boli. . This happened a day after I had a huge fight with my ex, arguing in the laundary room of all places. There was only ONE openly gay guy on my campus (catholic school), and everybody knew him. He was an average built white guy, blonde, unremarkable. Very annoying. A few times he just welcomed himself in our apartment and wouldn't leave, had to kick him out few times. Always ran into him. So one night I was doing laundry late in our basement, which was right acroos the hall from my apartment.. His present client lunged: moving quicker than he was able to defend, Mira had his track suit pants pulled down enough to bring out his very erect dick and she cried, ‘Wow, it’s thick!’ Walt was aroused enough to let her have her way. She had rolled on to her side and was pulling his cock towards her mouth so he moved into position to make it easier for her, stroking her hair with his right hand and worming his other hand south. She raised a leg clear and his hand dipped into her sloppy pussy.