And we lived like real lovers.But our inspector sahib died soon after in a cross fire during a raid on terrorists. And fate again took it course to di...place me. Luckily the inspector registered my mother as the benefactor of his properties. We sold them and moved south.I started a small business in Chennai and lived happily with my mom and our boy. We lived together 14 years. And my mom died on a hospital bed when she was 57 years old.When I completed my recounting, I myself was in want of a. He shrugged, and I noticed a definite energy drop in him. "I just feel like being seen with me ... with this..." He gestured to his body, his hourglass figure covered up with some kind of tasteful colorful attire that clung to his skin for dear life. The headband didn't help. "It would hurt your reputation or something." What is this, the 1980s?" I asked him rhetorically. "If people can't accept you, that's their own problem. So what if you flaunt it? That's a part of who you are." Part of my. Their lips were locked in passionate ecstasy.They both laid down on my bed blustering. Both the ladies were wet all over. After several minutes, Vijaya Bhabi repositioned herself so that She was laying beside her. They kissed.Bhabi looked up at me; I was now naked on the couch, playing with myself.”Have we left you out, Sweetie? Come down here with us on.”The three of us are lying on the bed. I rested one hand on my Bhabi’s pussy and one on Sheeba’s. My finger dipped between Bhabi’s lips and. Then she pulled me up to her and she started kissing me. 'Damn', I thought. 'Does Jay every give her a good licking? The way she acts, it's like it was her first one.'But as soon as I thought that, she asked me if I was ready to fuck. I nodded my head yes and gave her a nudge with my now 7 1/2" p*****n dick. She squeaked with joy as she felt the head rub up against her sweet pussy lips. This was it! After this moment I was no longer going to be a virgin. I also was no longer going to be a.