What should I do if my husband died. Bullshit. I thought.But even my dad asked me to wear that. I was heart broken. I decided to suicide. But Raghu is...the only reason and cause for me to live. I went to city because I want to keep my son away from these ridiculous culture and traditions. I’m the only person who knows how much I cried in front of mirror when my son asks me ,”why u don’t wear color dress amma?” What should I tell him. Readers tell about your thoughts about these customs. Leave. She stopped as suddenly as she began "Are you done with me yet?" she asked Madison smiled. ?There is still so much more I would like to do too you. ?Her hands were on her again ?but if you're so determined to make this end, then we can skip to the climax? Kim watched as she reached back into the black bag and pulled out a silk blindfold. The sight of it made her stomach sink. she didn’t want to be blindfolded she wanted to know what was coming next , wanted to see Madison and what she was doing. “Absolutely.” I replied, as she fondled my scrotum. “Oh God, me too. Now stroke your cock and raise your hips.”I grabbed hold and began to slide my hand up the shaft when I was told to go slow. The pillow was placed under my hips, and she moved between my parted legs. She reached over for the lube and squirted a generous dollop on her slender finger. Her other hand returned, trailing her nails around my chest and pinching my nipples.“Keep stroking that cock, you know how much I like watching. Normally, I use to go to the record room, and call one girl married but slim and charming for assistance when she tries to pick records.I go after her and stand close to her perfectly on the back side of her and when she bends for taking record ledger, I press my erect penis hidden under my pant. She would smile back but nothing could happen beyond that.Because, our town is a small town, any attempt beyond such adventures, will cost our career and life because, in small towns, speaking to girls.