The sari tucked in below my navel, free hair, red matte lipstick, and a black pointed high heels.Rohit wore a matching black suit. His father’s actu...lly that fit him perfectly. I was able to see a reflection of my husband in Rohit at that moment. This was important as I, too, had to pretend that Rohit is my husband. It wasn’t easy for me.Then as the final touch, I let me do the honors of putting on the mangalsutra around my neck. It was difficult for him, but necessary.Rohit was very nervous. Her lips found his chest, his neck, his throat…his lips. He returned her kisses hungrily but as instructed…he didn’t move. Breaking their kiss she began to move down his body. Her lips found his chest, in her opinion, a perfect chest, just the right amount of hair…enough to be masculine without being in the way. Her lips found his nipple, slowly she circled in with kisses before taking it into her mouth and biting down gently. His hiss of pleasure brought a smile to her face. Looking up at him. This time she saw me and she disconnected me. I tried her on Kik to ask about it but after few minutes, she had blocked from there too. Who would believe that ” Pinky Rani ” would be a 49+ woman on Kik. As she blocked everywhere and for some days I couldn’t find her online on Omegle too.I had holidays for some festival and I decide to go home. l by my Mom but this time it was weird considering her behaviour towards me. She talks less to me and behaves strangely. That night I thought of giving. Antha gramathil thaan enathu udambai paarthu paarthu oopargal naan athutha naale oru vaaram vellaiku leave sollivitu kilambinen, uruku sellumbozhuthu vazhakamaaga uduthum aadaigalai uduthaamal enathu sexyana aadaiyai uduthi sendren aanal athai enathu kanavanuku theriyaamal paathukonden appozhuthu enathu pakathu veetu paiyan oruvan ippozhuthuthaan thanthu palliyai padithu mufithu irunthaan.Avanuku sariyaaga 18 vayathu irukum avan parka putham puthiya rojavai polave irunthaan maa niramaaga.