Mai mai uski gand jayda pasand karta hu or icha rahi hai ki uski gaand maar lu uski aankhe nile ek dum nagin ki tarahJab bhi mujhe mokha milta tha mai...uske chuche dawa diya karta tha aur wo gussa ho jati ki koi dekh lega aisa hi aaj hua wo mujse gussa thi maine uske maame dawa diye the hum bus se jaate theHum collage se bapas aa rahe the bus me jayda bheed thi gussa ki wajah se wo dusri taraf muh karke khadi ho gayi mai uske peeche khada tha bheed ki wajah se mai usse chipka hua tha mera lund. But her slender, tapered pianist's fingers, moving as cleverly as they did across the keyboard over which she was mistress, were what was most seductive about her, and when we first shook hands, I was electrified at the feel of them.It so happened that one evening, Kamari was giving me tuition on a powerful piece I had never been able to get right. "No feeling!" she was complaining from time to time. "No expression when you play!" She was very helpful and enthusiastic as usual but that evening,. We did almost come to blows again a few years later when she insisted that I eat grits for breakfast before she would cook my eggs and ham. This time I told her I detested them and if she expected me to eat them, she could forget it. We stared at each other for what seemed like hours before my grandfather had put a stop to it. I'll never forget what he told her and from that point on it changed her whole attitude toward me. I quote; "This boy has eaten things that you stepped on and thought. Mera lund bhi ek foware ki tarah chhoot pada. And we could see Priti’s legs tremble and Dipak had to support her ass he came. I never saw any woman coming so strong. No doubt that the presence of her husband and his watching did all the wonders.Readers! It’s a pleasure to watch and being watched and I know many love it but don’t come forward with it as Dipak did. Be bold men! Dipak put his wife on the floor to allow her to rest for some time. The cunt juice had flown on my face and some of it.