Vayani aani shariranehi tyaweli mi vahini peksha lahanch hoto. Ti mazya angawar basun swatachya hatane maza lawada hatat dharala aani ti mazya lawadya...ar basil tasa aakha lawad aat gela. Mala ek ushna asa anubhav milala aani vahini halu – halu khali var hou lagli. Room madhe pachak pachak asa aawaz yet hota. Maya chya tondatun aaaa…..h …hhh.a.hhh….aa..h.hahaa…i…ee.e. Ase aawaz yet hote mi tanye ajunch protsahit houn khalun dhakke det hoto. Tichya motha bocha donhi hatani pakdun zaynyat ek. Forgetting all about the text I sent my husband. Not knowing what the messages contain. I open the message. On my oversized screen appears the image my horn dog husband sent. A Huge uncut black penis. Below that I can just make out the top of the next image. It was my husband's hard pink penis in his hand. I can clearly see his thumb next to the pink head of his dick. They look to be about the same size. I look up and Mr Walker has a huge smile on his face. He is looking past me and removed his. The old man said while making a slow graceful bow. You honor me with your presence. Then he smiled an impish smile that revealed a gold capped tooth. The girls were puzzled by his greeting but their nerves were soothed by his friendly smile and his soft reassuring tones. Somehow they felt calmed by his presence, but they hadnt forgotten the reason they were there. Speaking in a chorus they simultaneously asked, Do you have a phone? Todays youth forgets the pleasantries of polite conversation. While doing the record work I asked Bala “Bala, why you didn’t joined with us to fuck the aunty, we all know that ram has girl friend and he strictly told he is not interested in fucking aunty, but why you didn’t join us da” Bala – “not like that Machi I don’t like it da”. Me – “you don’t like it means, you don’t like the aunty or you don’t like sex itself” Bala – ” no da I like sex very much, but I don’t like this” I thought OK he don’t like the aunty that why he didn’t joined us and started.