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I am Jayanthi, 33 (now), good-looking, mother, homemaker, and caretaker. My life is filled with feelings but I could not say less about sex because I enjoy doing sex.In this part, I will be narrating my old experiences and the things involved in my life which started this journey. I would like to share here the last 11 years of my life.2010 College FarewellLike everyone, my college life was also so colorful. I enjoyed it. I was a BA English graduate. I was good at my studies. Sometimes, even seniors also came to me to clear their doubts during my second and third years. I also enjoyed clearing those doubts.At college, we usually wore half-sarees and hence so many people called me ‘Teacher’. Even some professors also called me like that!My body figure was very clear to people (my stats were 26-24-28 at that time). I have seen many people ogling at me with waterfalls in their mouths! But I could not feel anything about this up to the beginning of my third year.At that time, one of

I, Nalini of 21 years old got married recently still enjoying my honeymoon with my husband Radhakrishnan who is into marketing and travels a lot. My size is 34-26-36 got medium sized breasts but fully firm with pink nipples and a bigger firm ass. My brother ravi is staying with me as he is having summer vacations, and since I was alone, to keep company. He was studying in 12th standard about 18 years of age.One day, as I was cooking breakfast and was alone as my hubby was on tour, I heard the doorbell. My hubby was supposed to arrive tomorrow morning, wondering who is at this earlier hour went and opened the door. I was surprised to see Manjula didi at the door who was sobbing, who came inside the house and locked the front door and she hugged me and said:" Nalini please help me my breasts are paining a lot, help me release the milk from my breasts". On hearing Manjula I was dumbstruck, in fact, Manjula was our neighbor of 26 years age married to Rakesh who is currently in us on an

I am a newly married housewife aged 26 years with a 34B-26-36, enjoying and satisfied with my husband’s lovemaking in bed, but still, yearn for a feminine body touch which I am missing from college girlfriend during our golden college days. I loved the soft hands of my girlfriend roaming and caressing my body and especially the soft hands pressing my breasts instead of my husband’s rough hands.It was a Monday morning at 11 am, had finished my bath and was wearing a loose T-shirt with no bra because I love my boobs dance freely when I am alone in the house and a long skirt with a panty. And as usual, I was busy with the cooking for the afternoon lunch when the doorbell rang, opened the door and saw our new maid Shanti at the door. Shanti was working for us from the past one month, a middle-aged decent looking lady of maybe 30 to 33 years old, slightly brownish in colour and she was about 5’ 3 "in height, slightly a plump lady with a 36D boobs and a fleshy stomach which was

I am Latha, a 23 years old housewife. My husband Ramu is employed in a private company as a clerk. I am having a child, aged about six months old now.It happened about a year ago. My husband had left for office in the morning. It was about 9.30 in the morning when I got a telephone call from him. He asked me to urgently come over to his office. He insisted that I should rush immediately. He did not tell me the reason, but his voice made me feel that he was in some trouble. Although I had not taken bath, I washed my face, applied light make up, left the child with a distant neighbor, hired an auto and reached his office. On seeing me, he took me to a private place. He looked shattered. His voice was choked. He told me that his management had fixed him up in a money misappropriation matter involving about 3 lakh rupees, and wanted to hand over him to police. Although he told me he was innocent, I didn’t believe him. We had constructed the house with some luxuries. He did not take any

Desi wife getting her lactating big boobs pressed and a milk drop is trickling from her

என்னுடைய பெயர் ஷர்மிளா. ஒரு கம்பனியில் ரிசப்னிஸ்டாக வேலை செய்கிறேன்.எங்கள் ஆபீஸிலே அழகில் என்னை அடிக்க யாராலும் முடியாது. என்னுடைய அங்கங்களின் அளவு 38-26-36 என்றால், நீங்களே கற்பனை பண்ணிக்கொள்ளுங்கள்.என்னுடைய கணவர் பேங்கில் மேனைஜராக இருக்கிறார். எனக்கு ஒரு வயதில் ஒரு ஆண் குழந்தை இருக்கிறது. அவன் இன்னும் என்னிடம் பால் குடிக்கிறான்.என்னுடைய கணவர் வீட்டில் இருக்கும் போது

As a child, Appu was raised by his aunt Rina. His parents had passed away in an accident when he was just 5 years old, leaving Aunt Rina as his only caregiver. She had adopted him to fill the void left by her own son Jack, who had sadly died from jaundice at only 9 months old. In an effort to ease the pain of this tragedy, Aunt Rina treated Appu as her own child and he in turn saw her as a mother figure. Their bond was deep and they shared a profound understanding for each other.Rina, a 35-year-old Indian woman, exudes a whitish complexion that gives off a soft glow in the sunlight. Her long black hair cascades down her back and frames her delicate features. She is dressed in a traditional saree and blouse, the vibrant colors enhancing her natural beauty and accentuating her curves. The fabric clings to her body, revealing her ample bosom which strains against the confines of her blouse. Despite the difficulties it may face, the garment does its best to contain Rina's two stunning

After finishing their meal, Divya stood up and made her way to the sink to wash her hands. Vishwa followed closely behind, his eyes filled with desire for her. In no time, the sounds of their passionate kisses and moans echoed through the room. After a while, they emerged from the kitchen, still locked in each other's arms. Vishwa's strong hands held onto Divya's ass flesh and squeezing it, while her own hand gripped his neck firmly and was stroking his cock, as she led him towards the bedroom.Meanwhile, Harish sat watching Shanti with longing eyes. She could sense his desire and politely gestured for him to be patient. He showed her his throbbing erection with pleading eyes, and she blushed in response. With a slight nod and a shy smile, she silently promised to join him soon.As Harish waited eagerly in his room, Shanti hurriedly finished her tasks. Her body was flushed with anticipation, like a bride on her wedding night. She adorned herself with fragrant jasmine flowers that she

As Chenbagam entered the room, she asked, "What should we prepare for today's meal?"Upon seeing their disheveled state, she could guess what had happened. Gayatri lay sprawled on the bed with her young, pink bottom exposed. Chenbagam gently smacked it and scolded, "Get up and take a bath! Look at how you're lying here, naked and sweaty with your mother and aunt!"Turning to Divya, she inquired, "Divya, what should I cook now?""Whatever you want. Just do as our husbands tell you," slurred Divya, still intoxicated from multiple orgasms.After saying "Ok," Chenbagam headed to the room where Harish and Vishwa were already waiting. Gayatri walked out to the backyard to take a refreshing bath while Divya and Shanti took a much-needed rest and dozed off.Inside the room, Harish and Vishwa chatted away while Chenbagam joined them and asked, "What's for dinner tonight?"Harish replied, "Grandma, can you please make chicken curry? We haven't had non-vegetarian food in a while because of recent

Gayatri anticipated her brother's next move and braced herself for it. Slowly, he joined her on the bed and positioned himself on top of her, placing a tender kiss on her soft lips. She nuzzled into his neck and reciprocated with a kiss of her own. He had always felt that his mother's body was too large for him to hold comfortably, but Gayatri's body was just the right size.As he brushed his lips against her neck, he let his hands wander over her silk shirt, searching for her nipples which were already erect and giving away their location. With a quick pinch through the fabric, Gayatri moaned in ecstasy and turned her head to the side, letting out a lustful scream of pleasure, "Aaaahhh, Brotherrr.."The heat of her body seeped into Harish's skin, warming and igniting him from within. But he had no time for patience; the desire to touch her was too overwhelming. With a swift motion, he tore at her shirt, the fabric giving way with ease. The first two hooks flew off, leaving Harish in a