"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…!" Rohini Woods cried loudly as Sooraj pumped his hard cock into his beautiful wife's cunt.Room was filled with the screams and moans of extreme rapture, and the sound of a male organ slicing through a wet cunt. Sooraj had always enjoyed the frenzied moans his wife emanated every time he made love to her. He knew Rohini loved fucking, and even after twenty years of their marriage, she behaved like a horny teen-ager in bed.He also knew that he was approaching his orgasm."I'm gonna shoot baby." He said hoarsely, thumping her cunt feverishly. "Get ready to take your daily quota of fresh cum.""Don't make me wait darling… pump your seed inside me." She moaned under his unrelenting thumping. Her ass was gyrating in ecstasy…thrusting up and down…again and again, trying to get hold of her husband's beautiful cock deeper into her sucking cunt."It's here baby." Sooraj lurched forward for the final time, boring deep into his wife's delicious pussy and let loose his

இரவு மணி எழு. இன்று வீட்டு வேலைக்காரி வரவில்லை. இன்று வீட்டு வேலை செய்து என் இடுப்பு ஏறக்குறைய உடைந்தே விட்டது. இதையெல்லாம் யோசித்துக் கொண்டே வீட்டை வேகமாக பெருக்கிக் கொண்டு இருந்தேன். வியற்வை வழிந்தது. என் புறங்கையால் வழிந்த வியற்வையை துடைத்துக் கொண்டே கண்ணாடியில் என் உருவத்தை பார்த்தேன். உண்மையிலேயே இந்த 40 வயதிலும் அழகாகவும் கவர்ச்சியாகவும்தான் இருக்கிறேன். அது

2004I am lying in the bed of a posh private hospital in Calcutta, recovering from a surgery for piles. I was under heavy sedatives for last 48 hours. Only that morning, I came back to full senses. A nurse was giving me sponge bath.The nurse, Kana, was attending me all thorough, 12 hours every day. She was in her late thirties, married and was affectionate & friendly. She was fair, about 5'4", medium built, with heavy breasts and hips. 36d-32-38, I guess. She had a roundish face with sharp nose, large eyes and very attractive lips. As traces of hair were visible through her stockings, I was sure she was hairy.From the very beginning, Kana and I went through a few interesting encounters and became good friends. As she first came in to my room immediately after admission, she had a set of pajama in her hand. She asked me to take off my clothes. As I was down to my vest & brief, I asked for the pajama.She came close to me pulled at my vest and said I was to take off everything.

I joined Engineering College after finishing my class XII at the age of 19. When I came home for the first time after the semester examination, I was pretty exhausted. I had to study very hard after long hours of class and for about a month I slept very little. I wanted to sleep for at least a week, before I did anything else. But that was not to be.The first thing mom told me was that my first cousin Piyu was getting married. She is the daughter of my mom's only brother and he wanted me to help him out in making all arrangements. In normal course, I would have been very happy. But this time, I didn't feel happy about running errands for a couple of weeks. Anyway, I had a good night's sleep, woke up at nine next morning and pushed off to my uncle's place.Having reached there, I realised that I was unduly scared. Uncle was a very organised person and he had already made most of the arrangements. It was just a bright idea of Piyu and her mom to call me over and ask me to stay at their

Before starting the story , let me introduce my family and I am Anand , 21 years and doing my MBA from a reputed college in Delhi and also helping my Mom in her business.My Mom Vibha is 42 years and She is 36 30 38. She is fair in color and 5 feet 4 inches in height. My Father Ashok Jaiswal died in 2008 due to high Diabetes and he left his business for us and a good amount of money but his death was a shock for us and also my mom was not capable of handling business at that time.So after his death we faced lot of troubles and during this time and I came very close to my Mom and there were two hotels and one guest house which needs to be managed. Mom was alone so she asked me to help her in the business so i stated going to office in the evening time after the college.I sue to stay in the hotel / office till late nights and mom use to leave by 8 PM, After all the work , I use to surf net and one day incidentally I opened internet and read many stories.They were interesting but the one

மறுநாள் நானும் அம்மாவும் ஜவுளி கடைக்கு கிளம்பினோம். குழந்தை வீட்டில் அரவிந்தோடு இருந்தது. கார்த்திக் காலேஜ் சென்று இருந்தான். நானும் அம்மாவும் மட்டும் தனியாக ஜவுளிக்கடைக்கு சென்றோம். ப்ரேசியர் ஸிக்ஷனில் சென்றுக் கொண்டு இருக்கும்போது அங்கே தொங்கிக் கொண்டு இருந்த பலவிதமான ப்ரேஸியரை பார்த்ததும் அதில் இரண்டு புதிதாக வாங்க வேண்டும் போலிருந்தது."அம்மா. ப்ரா இரண்டு

சிங்கார சென்னை தான். ஆனால் குடும்ப தலைவிகளுக்கு சென்னை வாழ்க்கை சலிப்புதான். இயந்திரத்தனமான வாழ்க்கையில் மாற்றம் வந்தது என் தம்பியால். என் வாழ்க்கை மாறியதற்கு காரணம் என் தம்பி. அதற்கு முன்னால் என்னை பற்றி. சித்ரா என் பெயர். குடும்ப தலைவி. நடிகை குஷ்புவை கற்பனை செய்துக்கொள்ளுங்கள் அப்படி இருப்பேன். சற்றே குள்ளம். இரட்டை நாடி உடல். பால் போன்ற வெண்மை நிறம். பெருத்த

என் அப்பாவை நான் பார்த்ததேயில்லை. என் அம்மா கலாவதி சங்கரனை இரண்டாம் கல்யாணம் செய்துக் கொண்டபோது எனக்கு வயது 15. இது நடந்து மூன்று வருடம் ஆகி விட்டது. என் அம்மா பார்ப்பதற்க்கு அந்த காலத்து கவர்ச்சிக்கன்னி ஜெயமாலினி மாதிரி இருப்பாள். சற்றே நீண்ட முகத்தில் அம்மா பார்க்க கவர்ச்சியாக இருப்பாள். அவளின் உதடு கருஞ்சிவப்பு நிறத்தில் எப்போதும் இருக்கும். தேன் சுரக்கும் பூ

ஞாயிறு. மாலை 8. 00 மணி. ஆர். கே. ஆஸ்பிட்டல் சென்னை."எப்படி இருக்கார் மோகன்" என்று கேட்டுக் கொண்டே உள்ளே வந்தார் டாக்டர் ரங்கராஜன்டாக்டரை தொடர்ந்து ஹாஸ்பிட்டலுக்கே சொந்தமான டெட்டால் வாசனை. வெளியே நர்ஸ் மற்றும் டாக்டர் எல்லாம் நடக்கும் மெல்லிய ஷூ ஓசை கேட்டது. மூலை முடுக்கில் சில பேஷண்ட் முனகல்கள்.நான் ராஜ். சமீபத்தில் 19 பிறந்த நாள் கொண்டாடினேன். கலைக்கல்லூரியில் முதல்

 1st June, 2004Today is a very significant day for me. It's my mother's birthday and for the first time, I can't greet her. Every year on this day, I call her early in the morning (Indian time) wherever I am. But today, I can't. I lost her last year.Throughout the day I kept on thinking about her. She is the most important woman in my life. I loved her and adored her the most. She was my mentor & friend. Memories of my teenage & early youth kept on coming back.1965 – 1966Ma was an exceptional woman in every sense. Academically she was just a science graduate. Family & social constraints did not allow her to pursue higher studies. She got married at the age of 18 and I was born a year later (1947). A year after I was born, she resumed her studies and got a first class bachelor's degree with Mathematics major, but couldn't study further. But her intellectual ability made up for the lack of higher education. She had an extremely analytical mind combined with a strong