I weep to think of a grandfather, never to feel hisgranddaughter's tight little cunny sliding down his prickand then sitting there loving him in the w...y only agranddaughter can, until he erupts in thick white squirtsinto his little girl's womb. I weep to think of a brother and sister, never to knowthe true love of Family; instead squabbling over toys andfighting, rather than enjoying each other's body the waynature intended. To be a little girl, NEVER going to sleepwith her brother's prick. I always like savita very much . She is so friendly with me and shares all her problems and past experiences with me. She also teases me comparing with my female friends. She is of average height with medium built structure . She has nice figures 40-32-36. She always prefer to dress in saree and wears nighty when she goes to bed.Sometimes during the weekends I go to her house . Most of the time my uncle will be out for his business commitments. He leaves on Saturday morning and comes back on. Huge oaken doors, bound in bronze, creaked open, the brightly lit courtyard in the interior, welcoming them. Yunan turned to her, ‘Do you remember this place?’ He saw the eyes behind her headdress were wide and fearful. He somehow sensed whatever memories were being evoked were still jumbled and confused, but remembered fear surrounded her and she shook her head in answer to his question. They rode into the courtyard, the iron shoes of the horses chiming on the cobbled stones. They were greeted. A certain area will be governed by zamindars and they are the owners of the land. They set own rules. When the British were paid with taxes they don’t mind about any despot behaviours. The Raj Thakur is one of the richest zamindar. He pays tax in advance and he is friend for most of the British generals. Their family is ruling our area generation by generation. He has taken charge at the age of 26 and now he is 32. I am Sindhu, born in the same area and I am 22. I am wheat complexed, voluptuous.