Muin pipe thik karuthaye Ayush asiki mote bhidila kheliba pain,muin chali gali khelibaku. Ayush aau muin kheluchhu aunty cake neiki asile,aunty Ayush ...u khuai dele,mote b kahile tame hata huani,muin b tamaku khuai debi. Den aunty b mote khuai dele. Aunty aji pura laga alga laguthanti,aunty mo aau Ayush majhire basithanti,mo whole body aunty nka body ku lagiki thaye. Muin tapare jai sedina ratire jaha sab heithila bhabibaku lagili. Muin pura sure heigali je sedina ratire aunty sabu janithile,aau. Sitting down beside her son, she handed him a cone and giggled when he licked a blob of cream off her left breast."They were all looking at you mum" Mmmm, I know" she laughed, "I think I made a few of them uncomfortable" I think you've made a few pussies wet too mum!" Nice thought" she said softly and smiled innocently at the expression on his face."Did you just say, nice thought mum?"Looking at him from under lowered eyelids, the randy woman took a long slow lick of her ice cream, it was. ”I nodded and got out. We were parked in front of a small house in a neighborhood of neat and clean homes. It reminded me of the old reruns of All in the Family and Archie Bunker. I walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell.The door opened and a medium-tall dark-skinned man looked out. “Sergeant Reaper?”“Yes, sir. I’m sorry to disturb you like this. Is Mrs. Gonzalez ... sorry, Mrs. Santos home?”“Yes, come on in, Sergeant. Maria is looking forward to meeting you.”In for a penny, in for a. It gives me intense pleasure to talk about my fetish and get feedback from readers. Maybe there are others. Both stories are true.Before I met my wife Tina I lived by myself in an apartment. I fully indulged in my newspaper fetish. I of course had a subscription to the New York Times. I would wake up in the morning, run to the front door, pick up the paper and press it against my face to inhale the scent. I had newspapers everywhere. Thick stacks in my closets, my bed was covered in them, on.