Humein gahre se gahre raaj nikalwana achhi tarah aata hai. Yamraaj sirf ek naam nahi, khauf ki daastaan hai.”“Tu mere haath lag ja, phir mai tujhe...tere Yamraaj se milwa dunga. Tune ek dewta ke samaan insaan ko khud ko marne ko majboor kiya hai.”“HaHaHa! Shastri apne anjaam ka khud jimmedaar hai. Kuch log insaniyat ki chaah mein ye bhool jate hain ki insaniyat yahan kasht bhogne hi aayi hai, uski kismat hi yhi hai. Shastri to akela tha lekin tumhari to family hi Mr. Indra. Apni khoobsurat biwi. And yes she was good at teaching English. After a month passed, since we were a small group,we all developed bonding with one another.Now the night came when it started.It was a monsoon season and it was rainy day.so i reached late at class and was surprised too found that i was the only one present there.So i was about to leave when Aditi came with a pink umbrella.She said, “Hi dear.Oh what a rain it is!!.I thought that i would not make it today.Are the others coming??” I said,”Good evening. “Do you think about girls much?”“Christ Mom! Why do you ask?”“I’m just curious. I just wonder if you think about girls a whole lot more than I’ve ever imagined.”“Well Yeah I think about girls.” he replied exasperated. “Why wouldn’t I?” He looked down to his lap somewhat embarrassed.Moura raised her arms up overhead and sprawled backwards in the sofa. She thrust her shoulders back causing her large breasts to jut powerfully outwards. “I’m just curious Honey.” The boy looked up at his mother as. My room is my haven. Behind my locked door, I like to roam around naked. Oftentimes I have my best friend Andrea sl**p over and we really get busy on each other’s pussies! Now some old sun-withered woman, probably more like Pat of Saturday Night Live fame, would be invading my space and my privacy–sl**ping in my bed. I met Andrea at the end of the block and we walked to the high school together. I told her about my situation. ‘Bummer,’ she said. ‘You must really be pissed.’ ‘Pissed and …..,’ I.