"Well what do you think the only thing missing is the cross above the door?" He turned towards me and smiled. The villagers had built me a church.Over...several months, I become very much like the other women, even my colour changed to be almost the same as theirs. Thanks mainly to Maria I was learning their language. It was late in the year when the monsoons came I had never known rain like it.Maria and I took shelter in the church. Suddenly a violent thunderstorm arrived from the west coast. I. Aur insab karan hi to mere bf mujhe hamesha gaurd karke chalte hai.lekin wo kya jane unhi k apna bhai kaise unke girlfriend ko daboch daboch kar khata hai. Ab main apna story pe hi ati hu.undino mere bf k ghar k sab log mumbai gaye the ghumne sirf mere Boyfrriend aur unke bhai nahi gaye the mere boyfriend ko to ek chance mil gaya apna khawaish puri karne ka mujhe chodne ka to jaise hi unke ghar wale bahar nikal gaye main aur wo unke ghar me ghus gaye wo ek 2 bear k bottle v laye the main ghar. We looked at each other as Conny joined us on the bed. That was the start of many afternoons of sexual parties at her home. Conny was a truly experienced lover. She directed our every move and introduced us to a number of ways to please women that we would have never thought of on our own.The first thing she taught us was masturbation interruptus. She would masturbate us right to the edge of an orgasm, then stop for a period of time. It would drive us to the brink of madness and f0rce us to beg. Shravanti: Chandu, can I ask for a favor?Chandu: Sure, sweetheart, anything for you.Shravanti: I need your help with breastfeeding until the adopted baby is given to us.Chandu: I…I don’t know what your mom will say.Shravanti: You can’t tell her, now don’t back outSo she unzipped her maroon velvet hoodie to show me her porcelain doll breasts. They were small but utterly gorgeous with dark pink nipples. I noticed a prominent rainbow flower tattoo on her chest, below her left collarbone. No man.