After talking to chandu chacha I felt verygood and become very relaxed,I use to wear my all the shorts and t-shirt in the home evenmost of the time wi...hout any bra or panty inside. After 1 year of my job myfamily started putting the pressure on me to get married, I was not ready yetfor the wedding as I was always wanted to do good in my job and to touch thesky, but you know how is the Indian family, finally I said yes to my family fora boy who was also working in the Mumbai he was an engineer. You could try to capture my magnificent physique," I offered as I gave her my best Charles Atlas pose."Sure Arnold," she scoffed.I quickly peeled off my t-shirt and comically went into a weightlifters posing routine. "God Rosie, what artist wouldn't want to paint this body? C'mon, try to get your hand around these biceps," I challenged as I flexed.Laughing and shaking her head she poked me in the chest with her paint brush, splattering my left nipple with black paint."Hey!" I protested as I. ” “The front seat? In the middle?" “And where’s your mom going to sit?" I said “Let’s see.“ He opened the passenger side door and wedged the TV between the console and the seat. "See? Plenty of room.” Folding his six foot frame into the car, he sat down and patted the seat beside him. “Here mom." I shook my head but tried anyway. The door wouldn't close. “This isn't going to work,” I said and got out. “Tell you what,” my husband said. “Leave the TV. When we come to visit, we'll bring it with. It kept licking, spreading her pussy lips, over her slit. It ran over her clit, flicking it, cold waves that rippled into hot electric sparks through her body, building up to an inevitable climax. She could feel it in her abdomen, like a balloon filling up with air until it would explode in a loud bang. But then it stopped. She could feel warm drops of her own pussy juices dripping out of her, but the cold pressure was gone. “What the…” Karina blurted out, disappointed to be so close to.