வடிவு பார்வையில்சென்னை. இந்த வருடம் சற்று அளவுக்கதிகமாகவே வெய்யில் கொளுத்திக் கொண்டு இருந்தது. இரவு பத்து மணிக்கே எல்லாரும் டி. வி ஸீரியலில் தஞ்சம் அடைந்து விட வெளியே வழக்கத்தை மீறி ஆள் நடமாட்டம் குறைந்து இருந்தது. தெருவில் இருட்டாக இருந்தாலும் அங்கே இருந்த பழைய கால பிரிட்டிஷ் கால வீட்டில் மட்டும் விளக்கு பளீரென்று எரிந்துக் கொண்டு இருந்தது.வடிவுக்கரசி. வயது 39. பால்

Chapter 1: I'm Coming HomeThe new job in Mumbai nearly cost me my sanity and all of my life savings. It was the wrong time to move to a new city. But I didn't know that when I made the move. The first nationwide lockdown was imposed within a week of me shifting to the strange city - which came as a massive blow to my plans.Another crisis fell upon me in the form of a 30% salary deduction for an indefinite time. I had to tighten my already tight budget. The company was slyly palming off it's losses to us lowly employees. Two months later I was let go.Living frugally and stretching my limited savings for as long as I could had a serious impact on my financial and mental health. I was lonely, depressed and had become extremely irritable. With virtually no human contact for nearly half a year, it felt like I was losing touch with reality and the drive to find a new job was waning ever so slowly.It took me another three months to find a new job. Owing to my insecurities and deteriorating

"Awwww! she looks so cute." my mom went all excited at once seeing my sister Radha and her little daughter entering the house.I put the bags inside and crashed on couch tired of the cab journey from airport. My sister's husband Rahul sat beside me on couch and we started talking casually. Even though I didn't spend much time with him to know him fully, I already knew that he's friendly and unlike many son-in-laws here in our society. My sister and mom went to kitchen continuing to talk and started to prepare for lunch. Despite the fact that my sister's family lives in another state, they come visit us once in two months at least and after Shraddha's birth, my sister frequently came here and that's a huge thing for my mom obviously. It's been 7 years since our father died and since then our mom started to raise us and found a nice guy for my sister and let her settle, while I'm still in my final year of graduation.We finish lunch and spend the day talking and playing with her daughter.

பார்வதி. வயது 40. பால் போல நிறம். பானுப்பிரியாவின் கவர்ச்சி கண்கள். சற்றே அந்த கால மலையாள நடிகை ஜெயபாரதியை நினைவு படுத்தும் சிவந்த உதடுகள். காற்றில் இலேசாக கூந்தல் காற்றில் ஆடிக் கொண்டு இருந்தது. அந்த சிகப்பு நிற சேலை அவளின் வெண்மை நிறதேகத்தை மேலும் பளபளப்பாக காட்டியது. நீண்ட கூந்தலை அழகாக பிளீச் செய்திருந்தாள். கூந்தலை படியவாரி அழகாக பின்னியிருந்தாள். வகிடின் முடிவில்

When my mom was in college she went to different parts of South America, usually small villages, and it changed her in a lot of ways, one of which was her views on breastfeeding. In her travels she saw that a lot of the women helped out in that field — if one mother was busy, or not producing, a wet nurse (as we'd call them in America), would always be there to help, whether it be a relative or somebody in the village who also had a newborn.This seemed to spur something in my mom, something maternal, a longing to give child-giving nutrients to offspring the way these women were. It's not that surprising that she married my dad a year upon her return at twenty-one, and quickly had me, eager to partake in the nursing process with her own child.My mother never had the biggest breasts in the world, but looking at the pictures shortly before my birth and after, you would have never known — filled with milk, engorged by the process of my coming to being, they expanded to pretty

My twenty-one year old son has difficulty turning his gaze away from my breasts. Not that he ever made attempts to do so in the past, but now that they're constantly leaking milk, it seems even harder for him not to gawk. You couldn't blame him; after knocking me up, my already heaving tits have only gotten bigger. The doctor says the leaking is normal, something many mothers go through, but it's hard to imagine that the size of my breasts had no impact on that front – it was as if they were already at capacity, and the stores of milk released themselves at a slow drip, drip, drip, just to alleviate the pressure.I could be reading the paper in the morning and finish an article to find droplets of milk on the paper before me, my top damp where my nipples stood at attention. James would be sitting before me, a devilish smile on his face. "Just move your coffee cup over a few inches over and you can save yourself the half and half," he'd say.Once when watching a movie with James' head

I couldn't believe that my POS dad would leave my beautiful and sexy mother (Jessica), after 19 years of marriage for his 20-something assistant. It didn't help matters that my mom was nine months pregnant, and fixing to pop-out my baby sister. Mom's unexpected pregnancy stunned everyone, especially me!My name is Robert Jr. "Bobby," and I'm eighteen and about to graduate from high school. I'm 6 feet, 180lbs; blue eyes, short brown hair, muscular build, lightly-tanned skin, and blessed with a perpetually hard 9" cock!I thought that I would be an only child; until my mom shockingly announced that she was pregnant about 7-8 months ago. Dad immediately blamed her for not getting her tubes tied after my birth! I didn't realize how badly their marriage had deteriorated, until Dad packed his shit and left a couple of weeks ago. I begged him to stay at least until after the birth, but laughed and said that I was the man of the house now.Mom was having difficulties at the end of her pregnancy,

பாண்டியன் தன் ஜட்டியை கீழே இறக்கிக் கொண்டான். "அம்மாடியோ. எம்மாம் பெருசு??" என்று திருவண்ணாமலை தீபத்தை அண்ணாந்து பார்ப்பது போல இருட்டில் நான் பார்த்துக் கொண்டு இருந்தேன். "எம்மாம் பெரிய சுன்னி. ஐயோ சாமி. இதை உள்ளே விட்டுக்கிட்டா அவ்வளவுதான் - வயித்தையை ரொப்பிடும்" என்று மனதில் நினைத்துக் கொண்டு ஆனா ஒழ் நாமா வாங்க போறோம்? என்று தேற்றியும் கொண்டேன்.கால் முட்டி

My father remarried a few years after divorcing my mom. He literally ran into another woman on his way out of the court house. Depressed and in need of company, he invited the woman out for coffee the next morning.I didn't get to see Pamela for a few months. I knew my father was going out with her, but she never really came around the house. They always went out. After returning home one drunken night my father confided in me that he didn't want to bring another woman around the house if she wasn't going to last. He said that I didn't need that, especially after just losing my mother.My father had expected his tryst with Pamela to be nothing more than a fling, but they managed to last months longer than he originally planned. Soon, those months turned into years, and the two of them decided to get married.Once my father was sure he was going to be with Pam for at least a little while, she started coming over a lot more. And I began to notice something: her tits were huge. They were

வழக்கமான பரிசு படலங்களை எல்லாம் முடித்து விட்டு பரத்தை அழைத்தேன். மெல்ல அவன் காது மடல்களில் முத்தமிட்டேன். அவன் மூச்சு இப்போது உஷ்ணமாய் வெளியே வந்தது. பரத்தும் ஏகமாய் சூடாக இருக்கிறான் என்று புரிந்தது. அவன் மார்பு அவன் ஏகமாக மூச்சு விட்டதால் ஏறி இறங்கியது. என் பார்வை அவன் கட்டியிருக்கும் லுங்கி பக்கம் போனது. ஏற்கனவே அவன் தடி நன்றாக புடைத்துக் கொண்டு லுங்கியை