Mich kadte.. Tondaat gheun bas..Asaa mahant kaku punha kali baslya ni punhaa mazaa lavdaa choku laglya .. Tya tyanchaa tondaachi kamal daku laglya… ...ya ekdam jor jorat. Mazaa lavdaa cokhat hotya .. Ani maza kade bagat hotya.. Mi mazaa ek haat poojachya mandi var thevla ani tichaa puchilaa dress varunch cholu laglo hoto.. Poojane pan mazaa haat pakdun tichaa puchi var dabun dharla hotaa… Mi tichi puchii cholat hoto ani tichi aai maza lavdaa chokat hotya.. Kup mazaa yet hoti mala .. Poojach pan. A shyness filled me. What if she didn’t think I was big enough or something?God, what had this girl done to me? I should just treat her like a slut. Like my whore-mother. But ... but ... she was a virgin. No guy had ever used her cunt. Ever treated her like a whore and made her scream her head off.Not like my slutty mom.“Fuck!” I muttered and shoved down my boxers.Her eyes widened. Her cheeks darkened with a blush as she stared at my cock. Something almost shy, even coy, crossed her face. She. Let’s check inside. Move, you old man!Voice – I believe I have to call the police as you people are trying to break into my home. I told you, this is my house now.The guys were forced to leave. The new owner called the police. It was proved it was his house now.So, what happened?Narayan was in the city for the last 2 weeks. He went back to work. He worked towards getting a new home in a different city in the shadows. In the last 2 weeks, he stayed at a hotel. He was able to find a buyer for his. He lifts me up in a bridal carry and places me gently on his bed. He kisses me before standing up straight and removing his own shirt. "May I," he asks, touching the fabric of my thin tank top. I nod, speechless. He lifts my tank top over my head and smiles, seeing my fully exposed, firm c-cup breasts. He allows his hand to wander down to the upper seam of my shorts. I nod, not waiting for him to ask, he pulls them down off of me and tosses them to the pile on the floor where his pants and.