You reach the bed, but before you have your way with me you look into my eyes. Fixated on each other the comfortable silence turns to tension and I be...in to close in. My head drops slowly as my cheeks turn to a pale pink, embarrassed by ideas of what you thought you would get and reality. You look at me deeply and lift your hand to my head, running you fingers through my soft hair, feeling it for the first time. You realise you can touch me now, you are no longer restrained, you can touch me. Sushma was a 30 year old demure lady slightly plump, fair and not very tall, married at the age of 22 to her sweetheart in college. Sridhar, her husband was a young and upcoming politician and at the age of 35, looked destined to achieve greater heights. Theirs’ was a love match, in the face of great opposition from both families as they belonged to different communities. Even today, in this era of computers and information technology, caste differences and prejudices still exist in India and. The tongue felt cold and so damp, as it glided down my body. I felt a push on my thick thighs, which was followed by kisses and caresses,all over my soft skin. Soon I felt a cold tongue on my clit. “Mmmmmmm Mike.” I moaned. I heard no response. I began to grind my hips to meet the cold tongue that was swelling up my clit. So cold, so wet and I wanted more. The faster I grinded my hips, the more it licked. I was so turned on that I reached down to grab a handful of my baby’s hair and there was. Agar tu meri zindagi mein na hotey to main aaj bilkul akeli ho gayi hoti,” didi ne mayusi se kaha. Maine didi ko apni bahon mein lete huye naye ghar ke kagaz dikhatey huye kaha,” Meri pyari didi, agar sale Sudhir ne tujhe dhokha diya hai to koi baat nahin, tera bhai abhi zinda hai, tere har sukh ka khyal rakhe ga. Tera ghar agar Sudhir ne le liya hai to yeh lo apne naye ghar ke papers jissme meri behna mere saath ghar ki malkin hogi. Jo kuchh bhi Sudhir ke jane ki vajah se tujh se cheen gaya.