He used to get my attention every now n then. I used to make excuses to go upstair to fetch dry cloth or to put any damm thing upstairs to dry up. And...I was happy thinking that yahi hota pyarOne day after coming from college my mom informed me that sanjay has gone to his native place in a hurry, God knows if everything thing is fine there. I enquired when is he coming back to which mom replied she don’t know if he will even come back not sure. I became sad hearing that after two weeks he came. During travel I had only my shorts and t-shirt so my thighs are visible so he kept his hands on my thighs and was praising about softness of my thighs and we had chat about sex and I said about my kinky desires to him.. once we reached his house he took all my belongings as if a husband carries his wife’s belongings and once we entered into his house he closed the door and he came near to me and hugged me tightly , but I stopped him and said don’t be so fast my darling I am all yours feel my. After three and a half gallon size pitchers of wonderful cool clear water, she felt happily sated.Mona was no longer alarmed when her stomach gurgled and sloshed heavily as she turned to sit. It was a daily occurrence she had grown used to. As usual, the sensation passed quickly. The temporary pot belly she had learned to ignore rapidly returned to it’s normal flatness as the water was stored elsewhere and adapted for future use.She slipped her bare feet into her comfy old saddle shoes. Hanging. "You have still not developed even the slightest attitude to make it into this personality dear. Mistresses don't fear or get nervous for anything." Saying that, she started rubbing her both the hands on my thighs. "These iron legs." She dragged her hands on my hips and waist before ending at my boobs and squeezing it under her palms, "These bust". She got her hands more upwards before finally placing them on my cheeks, "And this cruel beauty. ALL THESE ARE OF NO USE." She raised her voice by.