Mere mama ka ghar mere ghar se 30 km duri par tha. Muje mama ke ghar jaakar rahana tha.To maine bus pakadi or unke gaon pahunch gaya. Mama ke ghar mai...kareeb subha 10 baje pahucha. Priya didi mere mama ki couson brother ki beti hey. Meri umar us wakht 19 saal thi wo kuch 21 ki thi. Mujse aachese pyaar se baat karti thi just like a chota bhai. Mere couson mama ko ek ladki or ek ladaka hey.Mama kaam ke liye bahar dusare city me hi hote thay. To mai mama ke gaon aakar rahane laga tha.Priya didi ki. There was a strange feeling after that. I felt my pants drop to the floor. It felt as if he wanted more than this foreplay. I began to float in midair. Brian was lifting me. I was pinned between the wall and his caramel six-pack. My legs wrapped around him. Then an object, thicker than his fingers, hovered around that unfamiliar place down below. It shoved its way thru the only thing separating it from its designation-my pussy lips. Not only did I let out a scream but my body temperature went. ?” wondering why she was out at this time.“Oh, my husband ... he came late ... and he did not want to have rotis ... and he said he wanted to have pulaav...” she replied, referring to an Indian dish made by cooking rice along with some vegetables, and spices. “And there was nothing in the house ... so I came out to buy it...” she finished.“Hmm...” I muttered, wondering what a jerk her husband was to send her out to buy grocery at this time of the night, especially when she had a 7-month old. And you escort his princess as a knight should. This is as is should be,” she smiled, “And I will be the envy of the women at the party because my knight is real,” she added.I couldn’t help but smile. Her words warmed me. I may have also blushed a little bit.The Halloween ball was being held at the Terra Gallery. Risa and I were ushered in, and led past the introduction line. Neither of us was considered important enough to be formally introduced. We were shown to our table far from the front,.