Coming to my Bhabhi, she is 24 and she is very beautiful like an angel. She is the wife of my cousin brother. They both live in Bangalore as my bro is...working in Bangalore. I liked her very much as she is very hot. Her figure is 36 32 36 and she is a traditional Indian girl. She used to wear chudidaar and other traditional dresses. Her boobs were the best part of body.During my dasahra holidays, my brother had to go abroad on a business trip for one week. Since my bhabhi will be alone my mom. But now, in college, I had nearly no choice but to venture beyond my tiny, enclosed comfort zone into the annoyingly vast university party atmosphere. My roommate, to put it lightly, was a hardcore noisemaker. And an asshole. There was rarely a Friday or Saturday night that he didn’t stumble into our dorm suite completely blasted and towing along some tan, blonde airhead in short shorts. Thankfully, our arrangement called for a two bedroom apartment-suite and I rarely heard anything beyond a. With the crop slapping the side of her boot in a constant rhythm she cut a figure that made even me nervous. What Sofi’s reaction would be I could hardly wait to find out.With the tip of her crop she flicked up the hem of Sofi’s short skirt. Something she saw made her freeze momentarily. Then she bent down and lifted the hem of Sofi’s skirt and took a closer look.“This is not school regulation underwear is it, slut?” she demanded.When Sofi heard the new voice for the first time, she started to. We thought it important that she understood, contrary to traditional community standards, that sex is not something sacred; it’s just a normal, natural human function that’s incredibly fun. The important things we wanted her to understand is that her body is her’s and her’s alone to use as she pleased. She should always consider health and pregnancy risks, and to keep in mind the importance of respecting the wishes of her mate(s) regarding fidelity. On this crisp, cool, moonlit, fall evening,.