Saturday afternoon.I was watching TV in my bedroom. I saw rapid movement in the hallway outside my door. The old man had flashed by and into my parent...��s bedroom. The old man never moved fast. Ever.“Uh, oh.”The night before I’d gotten the old man’s shotgun out of their bedroom, loaded it, stuck it out the side door, and blasted it into the night toward the backyard. My parents had gone out for the evening. My older brother was at his girlfriend’s house.Not satisfied, I kicked out the empty. I come out from the shadows as she’s about to get into her car.“You have a good night, hon. Have fun in there!”I nod and walk toward the bar. I hear her coming up slowly behind me. She stops her car. The window comes down.“What do you study?” she says.“Theater. Literature.”“I teach math.”“Always been my enemy.”We share a chuckle.“Maybe I’ll see you in the library sometime,” she says.“Maybe I’ll take a math course next semester.”“I hope so.” She puts up her window and drives off.~~~“Where’d you. No lingering post-sex cuddling, no looking deep into her eyes and telling her how much he loved his jaan. It had been ages since her pussy had been treated to the attentions of her husband's tongue.These past few weeks, it was almost as though she had become a sleeping bag for her husband. sleeping bags. Where was it she had read that most Indian men treated their wives like sleeping bags? It seemed her marriage was fast turning into an Indian cliché. She didn't really blame her husband though.. Uske boob kareeb 34 size ke the aur bahut hi aachhe shapee me the maine kas kar unhen dabane laga uske saanse tez chalne lagi fir mene aapne honth uske hontho se hata kar uske gaaloon se hote huye uski gardan ko chumne laga aur aab gardan se hote huye uske boob par aapne honth rakh diye aabhi tak me uski nighty ke samne ke buton khol chukka tha aur bra neeche kar chukka tha ,mene uske gulabi nippal aapne honthoon ki beech dabaye to bo machal uthi, usne aapne dono haanthon se mera sar pakda aur.