Waise aap mujhe mere cell per bhi contact ker sakti hain.Main us samay graduation kar raha tha morning college aur saara din khali. 20 saal ke umar au... din bhar khali achha bhar hua jism aur mauj masti. Mera dost aakash studirs main bahut tej tha par ghar wale bahut hee poor. Uska ek engineering college main admission ho gaya kuch paisa uske baap ne mere baap se le liya aur ladke ko padne bhej diya.woh parivar hum logo ka ehsaan manane laga aur mera unke ghasr bahut aana jaana hone laga. Uske. My twenty-dollar quick-pick ticket cost me less than a movie ticket, a large bucket of popcorn, and a large drink at an evening showing of a new release movie. A movie is a couple of hours of enjoyment, and my lottery ticket will allow me to play my What If game for several days with a very remote chance at winning some serious money; even if it isn’t the Jackpot Prize.I slipped my Lottery Ticket and debit card back into my wallet, and took my bottle of Bourbon out to my car. On the way home, I. I said, “I missed you in Delhi. I missed you a lot. There is no one to look after me like you did. I want to look after you with all I can. Will you allow me, Pushpakka??”She just said, “You were my handsome boy before you went from here and you are still that innocent boy when you came back. I raised you right”. Telling this, she hugged me. My bulge started to stir inside. I kept my hands on the maid akka’s thighs and started to rub her thighs over the nighty.I asked her to sleep so that I. As I mentioned in the beginning, it was nearly a year to the day after Karen’s passing that I discovered Literotica, and eventually posted my first story, ‘A Night to Remember’. The story itself obviously had nothing to do with Karen’s life or described it in any way. More of an allegory perhaps, but towards the end, the kind of story she enjoyed receiving from me. A chance to dream, fantasize and imagine perhaps the improbable. Admittedly, I cringe now whenever I read some of my earlier works..