Or for $100 you can get in a drawing for a date with one of the sorority sisters." Oh well, um..." Oh I'm sorry, I guess you're married." No actually ...y wife passed awhile ago." Now she frowned. I still missed Wendy, but it has been long enough that I casually mention her passing and I get these reactions from people."I am so sorry to hear that." It's, it's ok. Been several years." And just you here?" Just me. So, I'll tell you what. I'll make a donation. And I'll join the raffle. All because. Wo rone lagi bagut rone lagi bol ne lagi ki tum ko beti mana or tum asa kar rahi ho to mane bola ab real ki beti hi to ban rahi hu kya prob he to phir kafi samjhane ke bad wo boli thik he but kisi ko mat batana . Mene bola thik he . Phir papa ne kaha idhar aao madhu but aunty rote hue kisi tarah se shadi puri ki uske bad me nitin ko upar chor ke aa gai or use bol diya kisi ko bhi mat bolna nahi to kuch nahi millega or wo ha bol ke chala gaya .Phir me.Niche gayi tab tak wo thodi normal hui thi. She told me that she had already sent her daughter to her parents’ place since the school session was over.That day I went to her place early. I had been there during web designing. When she opened the door, I could not help myself. I hugged her and kissed her. She was surprised but kissed back. I pressed her buttock as I rubbed against her. Khusboo felt my hard penis and she moaned into my mouth.She struggled and pushed me. Then she told me to be patient as we had a lot of time.Khusboo closed. Her eyes shined with the thousand yard gaze of a prehistoric preistess. she got up slowly, stepped across to the wide eyed specimen slumped on the other chair across the nasty table. suddenly she slapped him hard with an open palm, the stinging slap rang out in the otherwise silent room. she slapped him again. taking his bottom lip in her mouth she bit down hard on his dry lip, spraying blood across his white shirt.the blood stopped as she strapped a peice of heavy duck tape across is torn.