However, there were few instances happened during the past year that I couldn’t help but share with you all and help you guys up with some erotica.I...am 29 years old, from Delhi. I’m a typical Punjabi guy, fair, tall (5’11”) and muscular. I had a fair share of women in my life. However, I always get excited whenever there is some adventure involved with women. Be it my aunt, one of my teacher and especially the maids.I had sexual relationships with these all and this adventures excitement. I heard that some bleeders have the cures for all illness. My “H” and my Ivy, you need some excising. Thus, until I find that clean blood fucking, I guess I’ll continue to keep right on trucking. America, land of the cash and home of the bad, it’s where I always want to be at. I’ll be pimping and not skimping, living off the land, saying what I want, not giving all my money to some phony ass who calls me homey. I should be retired, not pimped out and tired. I want to meet the nigs that will get. Moving my eyes a little -even though it hurt to do so - I didn't recognise the wallpaper or thecurtains either. I came to the gradual conclusion that I just didn't knowthis room and I certainly didn't know why I was there.There were other things which seemed wrong as well, but I hadn't yetachieved a high enough level of consciousness to be able to work out whatthey all were. I really didn't have the energy to do much for the momentso I just lay there and allowed my headache to subside. Around eleven Debbie showed up wearing sweats. I whispered to her I said sexy she told she she wasn’t wearing anything under it so it was okay I guessed. twenty minutes later the door bell rung and I thought yes it’s time but to my dissatisfaction it was my daughter. Mom what are you wearing is the first thing she said. What the hell are you doing her I heard myself say. I didn’t think about it it just came out before she could answer my boss walked in the door. He walked in hugged my daughter.