Aarti ko aur chudne ka mann hota tha. Par Pooja use ghar bhej deti thi. Woh Aarti ko bilkul acha nahi lagta tha. Ek rat Aarti aayi aur sidha boli, “...ain apko jyada hot nahi lagti kya? Jo mujhe chhorkar meri didi ko chodte ho?” Maine bola – Aisa bat nahi hai. Tum Pooja se jyada hot ho.Aarti – Fir kya reason hai?Main – Tum Pooja se hi puch lo to better rahega.Aarti – Woh mujhe nahi batati kuch. Aap hi bataoge nahi toh aaj chudwaungi nahi.Main – Thik hai, mat chudwao. Main Pooja ko chod. There mother was a curvy lady,dark haired, quite good looking, heavy smoker, big chested and always wore tan tights and scholls,her nylon feet always caught my eye, i was fascinated with them, i don`t know why and i started to get sexual urges,i would always stare at her nylon feet, she used too kick her scholls off and moan her feet were hurting, i so desperately wanted too give her nylon feet a rub, but i was too shy too ask, basically i was too shy and scared too do anything, i had never cum. The color of glittering, precious rubies here, the rich maroon of a dark, good wine there. Oranges and canary yellows piled in, rubbing elbows as the sky became cramped with colors. Beneath it all, bogged down by the weight of the other colors and shades until it traced the very edge of the horizon was the blotted purple of an aging bruise. The setting sun cast long shadows through the rocky landscape cast off by the many rock formations. They shaped mismatched pillars, resplendent with all. But she doesn’t want any locals who would disturb her every time, that’s why she was looking for a person who lives far away from her. After agreeing with her, she sent me the ticket for Delhi and even she came to receive me at the station. We directly went to her house, that was big. I am sure her husband was a business person by seeing her house. She told me everything and her planning, her husband was out for his work for 3 days and I have to live there at her house for 2days and in that 2.