I moved toward him, “It’s right that we love each other.” I stood before him waiting. He tentatively reached out his hand and stroked my breast... I felt an electric tingle run through me. I shuddered. His thumb brushed the metal on my nipple. Causing me to moan. “So that’s what they look like,” he mumbled to himself. I touched his chin. His eyes focused on mine. It was as if we were communicating silently. He raised his hand to my shoulder, pushing aside the thin strap that held up the night. ”I walked over to the kitchen and saw it sitting in the charger. “She wouldn’t. It is being charged.”“Triple shit,” he swore, knowing he was indeed in deep shit. After a pause, “Well, can you leave her a note? This is going to be an all-nighter.”“Shit,” I repeated, which got a nervous chuckle.Mom was sexy, and caring, but you never wanted to be on her bad side.“I better get her some flowers,” he rationalized. I noticed an address on a pad of paper in my Mom’s handwriting and assumed that was. Pooja my elder sister got married when I was 21 to a Sikh guy in Punjab and shifted to Delhi thereafter. Pooja is a very voluptuous lady, for those who know the beauty of Sardarni would understand what I mean and her fair skin glows in the night when she is under me all naked Her big boobs got more attractive after she gave birth to a baby boy who is now 2 year old. Perfect figure of 36 30 36 would make any man go crazy for her and would want to tear her blouse and suck on those beautiful jugs. Maine spne lode ko haat main liya aur dupada usski chut ke ched pe rakhkar jor se dhakka mara lida andar gaya par yeh kya kitty ki chut main se khoon nikalne laga usski seal toot gayi thi woh chilane lagi maine usske gaalon pe kiss kiya boobs ko choosne laga woh nrmal hone lagi aur main dheere dheere storkes lagane laga ussko maza aane laga aur woh chut ko mere lode se takraane lagi aur chutad ucchalne lagi .Main usse chod raha tha tabhi woh boli chalo kitchen main chalte hain mera bahut munn.