Doosryaa aathavdyaacha Budhwaar asel aaine aaj bra na ghaaltaach tangaa blouse ghaatla hota.Aai aajkaal Sundarla bolaawat pan navhti tarihi Sundar swa...ahoonach yaayla laagla hota.Sundarne daar vaajavla aaine darwaaja ughadla ani Sundarla aat ghetla.Tyaala aaine khaayla dilaa ani aai tyaala mhanaali “Sundar,mi jara kapde dhooun yete.Tu mala nanter te kapde vaalat ghaalayla madat karsheel kaa ?”To ho mhanala.Aai bathroom madhe kapde gheun geli.aani 20 minitaat aai baadlit dhutlele kapde gheun. He never was going to let her forget that with her birth, she had taken her precious mother from him. ‘Good bye, Dad.’ she said softly before placing the phone back in its cradle. She hung her head and took a deep breath, then suddenly jumped as the phone rang once more. She glanced at the ‘caller id’ and groaned – it listed a S. Rambaudi as the caller. Fuck! She didn’t need this! She yanked the phone back up and snarled into it. ‘Do you realize what time it is?’ she asked hotly. Not entirely. Mene bike park ki aur ghar ke andar ghus gaya aur door laga diya. Me kitchen me gaya.Wo mere taraf peeth karke khadi thi. Mene kaha,Me- kya hua?Prachi- abhi hua kaha he?Me- to kya me haa samjhu?Prachi- tumhe na kon karega?Mene pichese usko pakad liya aur uske gardan ko kiss karne laga. Salwar me prachi kya kayamat dha rahi thi yaro, usko wo asian paint kaisa goora badan. Mera to bura haal hoye ja raha tha.Fir mene usko apni taraf kiya aur fir ho gaya kissing and licking and kissing and licking. "I like it wherever I'm at. So I don't need to be in no hurry. I just want to feel the breeze blowing up my skirt." I don't know what it was. Maybe it was what I had said, though I didn't mean anything by the spoken words; in actual fact, It was the farthest thing from my mind. Maybe he only wanted to take it that way. We were just coming into a tunnel of trees, in which there was a turnout where an artesian well bubbled up out of a rusty old iron pipe. It was here that I so often saw the.