Hum ne shadi k pehle saal bahot choda ek dusre ko muje chudna acha lagta tha main mere pati ka lund chusti thi vo meri chut chat te the unka ghode jai...a land jub mere andar jata to meri chut gili hojati thiVo mere boobs ko chuste kabi muje hoto par chumte to bahot maza aata fir ekdum se mere pati ka out of india jane ka plan ban gaya kuch ek saal k liye main kafi udas hui unko rokne ki kosis ki par unhe jaruri kaam se jana pada aur us dauran maine sirf kaam pe dhyan diya aur fir jub vo kuch. .. do you think that Marian had also gone through the same experiences as us in the last two days with her parents?’’ Mike grunted, while Bernadette said, ‘‘I’m wondering how many more of our friends at school have secret lives, or their parents have secret lives that they are kept away from, because they’re ‘too young’?’’ making quote marks with her fingers. ‘‘I mean, I am one of them, myself, having been my stepfather’s cum-bucket for three years already.’’ Mike said, ‘‘well, now I know why. For the next few weeks things were pretty good. She would make me breakfast, then go to her salon. I would get home in the evening and she would be cleaning etc. Then she would make dinner and I would ogle her curves at every opportunity. I was wanking 2 or 3 times a day. Her dresses were still skimpy, even more than when she stayed here with Paul.One day I got home early, expecting Deepka to still be at the salon. To my surprise the TV was on loud and as I entered the lounge I saw Deepka. I would make eye contact with a man, he would just smile and give me a little nod as if I should know him, or he knew me. And I could see men looking me over, head to toe, with the cliche of undressing me with his eyes. Don't get me wrong, I did love the attention, but I was just a little unsure why there was so much of it. I began to think that with the way the man at the door was bold enough to brush my nipple with his hand, and the way some of the men in the room were looking at me, I had a.