The pitter, patter of the rain in the ear plugs had blocked thetruth from reaching me ears. The enjoyment of her arms wrapped around meand her leg ove... mine while totally engulfed in her motherly tenderness,feminine warmth, silky, soft body, and intoxicating, female fragrancesheld me in her delicate, loving captivity. Knowing I could have gottenup whenever I desired, my senses begged me to stay and not move thetiniest muscle. Mother's gentle, sweet, breath caressed the back of myneck as she. So the ones who doesn’t know me I am from Hyderabad, doing my btech from one of the good institutions of the city and the heroine of the story is my cousin sister Sanjana (name changed) for obvious reasons she 5’7 in height, aged 24 and her stats I didn’t measure them for now but she is little plumpy but that adds her to look sexier, whitish in complexion and let me tell u her boobs omg perfectly shaped and ass the best I have ever seen its a long story so bare it.Now let us move on to the. And then, suddenly, a new limerick popped into her head. There once was a man from France Whose penis hung down in his pants. He had so much bulk, he could hardly walk, But the girls loved the way he could dance. She was giggling to herself as she came around the house to the front, dragging the hose. “What’s so funny?” asked George. He had emerged from under the car, and he stood there, wiping his hands on an orange mechanic’s rag. “Oh, nothing. I was just daydreaming about Koening. Meri maami sundar hai, gori hai, medium height hai, boobs bare hain, gaand v bare hain, or na jyada moti na jyada patli hain. Mereko bahot sexy dikhti hai. Unke do chote chote bacche hain. Mamaji ka business hai or wo jyada time dukan pe hi rehte hain. Maami ghar pe saree, salwar suit ya nighty pehenti hain. Or jyadatar dupatta nai leti. Mai hamesha is koshish me rhta hu ki kab unka cleavage dekh saku, agar kabhi nighty ya saaye me baithi ho to unka jaangh dekh saku.Wo jab v mere saamne aati.