Usse muskil se chadne mila. Uske agge aur phice sabhi males the. Buss uske bajumei ek bhudi aurat thi. Woo bhudi aurat Dipty ke samne dekhkar smile di... Dipty ka maan to smile deneko nahi tha par formality ke liye ussene bhi smile di. Train chalu huvi. Dipty apne balance banane ke liye apne dono haath uppar ki handle par rakh apna seer dono hath ke bhich mei chupaka relax kar rahi thi. Dipty ne salwar aur half sleeves kamiz penhi thi. Lal kamish mei Dipty kafi acchi lag rahi thi. Uake red Nail-. ” The fat Arab said kindly.“Get in madam, we will take you to Sheffield” The Vernon Dursley-look-a-like said. She smiled and got in the car.A few minutes later they’re driving though the peaceful Great Britain country side lanes and making pleasant small talk. As they drove, she learned the Arabian man’s name is Fatin and the British man’s name is Molty. They had just gotten back from the Highland Games in Dunoon, Scotland (not surprising for her since she saw Craig wearing a tartan green. Have you ever done this before? I asked hesitantly. yes. Why do you ask? Havent you? he asked shocked. N&hellip, no I replied scared of his reply why do you sound so scared? he asked whilst half-laughing. I didnt know what youd say Oh come here he said opening his arms wide. He hugged me and looked into my eyes knowing I was scared. do you want me to show you? he asked. I nodded. ok then. Lay on the bed with you legs open. Ill do the rest, ok? ok I walked round to the side of the bed and. She had taken the pallu off, revealing the round shapely boobs behind the wet blouse through which her boobs were clearly visible. Aamir’s hand subconsciously reached for his penis and he felt it harden as Mrs. Nair finally rolled and pulled off her entire saree. She was now only in the blouse and petticoat.“C’mon Mrs. Nair, show me those massive mallu melons!” whispered Aamir.It was as if Mrs. Nair had heard his plea. She looked down at her boobs, used both hands to unclasp the hooks in front.