Mi iss cha regular reader ahe khup diwsan pasun mi iss war story wachto ahe ani mala tya khup awdatat mazya baddal sangto aggane arvarge ahe lund 7 in...ani mala pori ani anty zawyala khup awdatat ok sorry mazya baddal jasta bolat nahi mi atta story la survat kartoHi goth mi school madhe astaroom amhi rent ni delele ahet mi 6 standard la hoto tevha dolly ani tichi family amchya kade rent war rahyala ali tichi aie primary teacher hoti ani ticha school amchya ghara pasun jawal aslya karnane tyani. I hear him think, "hhmmm." Like he’s sort’ev interested. I watch his feet and notice that he is facing towards me. I start to get pretty hard at the thought of a guy staring at my feet and possibly enjoying it. I run my soapy hands up and down while posing my foot for him. After I’m sure that he is in fact curious, I just straight up ask him, "do you like what you see?" With a little surprise in his voice suggesting that he thought it could have been a woman in the wrong locker room, he says. I love your curves, but no matter what you seem to always be embarrassed or ashamed of. You’ve never been skinny but that never made you less of a beauty to me. Even now as you move a little slower, you make my skin vibrate with the need to touch you. I walk behind you and place my hands on your soft mound. That soft, round mound that carries our child within it. Even as the months have progressed your curves have never faltered. Sighing you put the knife down and place your hands on mine, a. She told me, If I can wait there for a while, she needed to get warm clothes from her room. I said that I was in need of doing some stuffs at my bungalow. I went in my bungalow and loo-ed, made myself clean and returned back to her bungalow quickly. I was waiting outside of her bungalow. Couple of minutes passed, before I got curious to enter her bungalow, in search of her, thinking if she was OK or not. I went in to the bungalow and found there was no body in the drawing room. I went further.