.when i entered his house he welcmed me warmly and asked me to sit..i sat down and started speaking to uncle about cricket,films,etc.then i asked uncl...:Me:uncle apne ab tak shaadi kyun nahi ki?Uncle:beta,mujhe ab tak koi milli nahin..Me:abhi tak nahin milli?Uncle:milli hain,lekin kuchh problem hain..woh meri saath shaadi nahin kar sakti..Me:kyun?Uncle:woh mujhse umar me badi hain..aur uska pehle shaadi ho chuka hain..When he told this itself i understood he was talkin abt ammi..then i decided. I felt something warm on my ass. It was a cream of some sort. I felt it move up and down my butt crack and against my ass hole. I couldn’t move though it wasn’t because I didn’t try or because I was restrained I simple was too weak. I felt a hand spread my cheeks and the bed creak. Then the warm knob of another man’s head pressing against my butt hole. I’d never had a man in my ass nor was I ever in a man’s ass simply because I felt it was wrong and I didn’t see the pleasure of it. The head. Mom bandu nanna pakka kuruvaga avala boobs bounce agtha edae, nange easily goth aithu mom bra hakilla antha, led light ge mom na skin,leg minctha edae. Mom nan pakka bandu kothkondlu, ava program nodtha edya antha kelidlu, aaga nanu alla boring program antha heli remote na nanna right hand side sofa male ettae, mom nanna left side kothidlu. Mom na thighs,boobs, arms alla nodi nanna thunne iron rod agithu, jeans pant haktidae adake mom ge gothagilla.Mom baggi nanna pakkadalli ettida remote na. You might wonder about the rest of the date. It went exactly as a normal date should, actually. We chatted about TV shows, grad school, the city were we had met, and so on. And yet, beneath it, all I could notice was her lips. I could nearly feel them against my own as I alluded to a re-run of Seinfeld, and I wanted to press them against mine as we talked of the conceited nature of those living in the city where we were currently drinking martinis. She had one, then two. And that is when I knew.