Maine ek or tej dkka lgya or sara lund chut ko faadta hua chut mai ja chuka tha. Vo v mza le rhi thi. Maine usko ghsse lgane shuru kiye . Fir maine ek...tang uski bed pr rkhi ek zmeen pr..Or piche se usko chod rha tha..Kuch der aise chudayi k baad maine usko apne upar litayaa. Usñe mere lund ki pakad kr chut pe rkha or beth gyi mere upar. Vo upar niche kudne lgi..Abi is position mai chudayi chal hi rhi thi k door bell bji. Meri to ftt gyi. Meri kya ashna ki v ftt gyi. Usñe jldi jldi mai bina. "Yeh kaunsi devi hain? Which goddess is this?" She held up the little silver pendant for the woman to see.The woman grinned at her, displaying a mouthful of cracked, yellowing teeth speckled with tobacco and flecks of supari."Devi," she said."Yes, devi, I know. Goddess. But which one? Kaunsi devi?"The woman grinned again and pointed one surprisingly long finger at Karen. "Aapki devi." She made the namaste-gesture that indicated worship.Karen heard Rajesh calling her name. She looked around. She. “The only difference is the bottom.”“So she can wear a 36D and have it cut into her skin or a 38C and be comfortable,” Phil opined.“The 36 would push her boobs up a little,” Molly told him. “When I want the lusty busty look, I drop down a cup size or a bra size. What brought this to your mind?”“I was wondering if you were wearing shorts or swim bottoms,” Phil admitted with chagrin.“They’re my booty shorts,” Molly said, laughing again. “My whoopie cakes hang out the back of them and all the boys. The idea that less could be more was a ridiculous concept to her, unless one was discussing clothing. And who really cared what the neighbors thought? If those stupid bitches knew anything about how to please a man, none of them would try to look at her, would they? Besides, she knew who owned her, heart and soul, and if she wanted to show off for him, that was good… wasn’t it? Except… For some reason… It displeased him. No, no… be fair. It didn’t displease him,.