So, we stood there without making any noise. From their talking we could make out that the man was little bit drunk also came to know about his name S...nkar. He boasted about about his young life and was also cursing. Suddenly I looked at my mom and she was really feeling uncomfortable kya hua maa” I asked. ”kuch nahin” she replied. Mom was uncomfortable when ever Shankar took his name, so I had a reason to believe that she knew who the man is.I kept quiet. Shankar told his wife that he had. “I get a lot of artists coming in here, some I’ve known for years. Several have expressed an interest in using you for a model.” He mentioned the name of one who was actually in a couple of museums. An artist’s model? That had always seemed so romantic to me. The famous artist and his muse, featured in all his best paintings. The smart thing, though, would be to quit modeling altogether before my family found out. “I don’t know,” I said. “What I had in mind,” said Matt, “was a Saturday. My repeated orgasms gushing more and more juices every 15 secondes or so, l was just laying there shaking and writhing as he fucked me, tensing with orgasms, thinking it was over then another one would hit. Finally he started to frantically pound me and was stretched up tensing and l knew he was going to cum. He then asked where l wanted it, ‘on my boobs’ l barely squeezed out between moans. then suddenly he pulled out, grabbed his cock as he shuffled up over me and spread a full load over. Main 34 saal ki hu aur koi kamsin kali nahi hu. Balki har mard ka lund jisko dekhke pant se bahar aane lagta hai woh aurat hu. Mere gore-gore bade stann aur meri matakti gaand ke sabhi deewane hai.Mere pati meri chut ki garmi nahi nikalte to mujhe doosre mardo ka sahara lena padta hai. Jo bistar mein mujhe achi tarah pel sake. Ab shuru karte hai meri agli kahani jisko padhke apka paani nikal jayega. Mere ghar se thodi door ek ration ki dukan hai jaha se humara saara ration ka saman aata hai..