My name is Sabitri. I am a married woman of 36 years but have a nice body shape. No one can say at first glance that I am 36 years because I have got very nice and attractive features and a figure from heaven. I am tall. My height is more than 5' 6'' with a slim body as I take very good care of my body. I have a great, praiseworthy, and an attractive figure. My waist is still 34'' while my breasts and hips are 36'' though I am a mother of three children and my first child is nearly 14 years old. And all of them have my complexion which is white reddish. My lips are thin with small-mouthed and my eyes are wide big black colored and have long black hairs.I am living with my family and my husband very happily. I think my husband loves me that very rare husband love their wives. My marital life was nice.Since we are not newly married, we don’t have a continuous sexual relationship but we follow a routine twice or thrice a month. May be this is enough for other woman but I don't think

Hi, my name is Arijit Guho. I'm a 22 year old guy from Calcutta. This story is about my mom - Shikha. Shikha is a housewife. At 42 years old, she is somewhat wider on the curves, slightly fatter along her waist as expected from any bengali housewife of her age. She has a beautiful face though, she has fair skin with no marks on her face and very few marks on her body. She has protruding lips just like Angelina Jolie which accentuate her pretty face. Ours is a wealthy family. My father is a rich businessman who remains out of the city most of the time. He comes home only once or twice a month.My mother has a lovely figure - 36DD-28-40. Her boobs have not at all sagged. Despite her age, they are quite stiff and her nipples seem to poke from her blouse whenever she's at home and not wearing a bra. Her most alluring feature has to be her ass - the cheeks are plump as melons and lewdly sway like the tides whenever she moves. Her navel's quite deep and whenever she wears a saree, somehow or

I am Sekhar, a twenty three year old student doing my Bachelor of Engineering course from a prestigious institution in South India. I had just completed my third year of the course (my pre-final year) and I came home to my parents during the summer vacation.The city where I was studying is about five hundred miles away from the city where my home was. Being their only son, my parents insist that I spend the summer vacation with them and I love it too. After months and months of the rigors of hostel life and the food there, I loved being fussed over and overfed by my loving mom. My dad was a senior executive of Marketing Company and my mom was a Bank officer.We lived in our own apartment at the Paradise Plaza; a twenty year old Residential Apartment complex located in a prime residential area. Paradise consisted of three blocks in a straight line, numbered 1 to 3. Block 1 was the one closest to the main gate and 3 was the farthest. Each Block had five floors above the cellar where

The train slowly started its long journey at exactly five in the evening. It was an express train and its final destination was another, bigger city about 800 kms away. The expected time of arrival at the destination was 7-30 am next morning.I am Mohan, twenty going on twenty one, a student of final year engineering degree course. I was returning to my college and hostel after spending three weeks of winter vacation at home. I was seated on the comfortable, cushioned lower berth of the First Class Compartment. Those were the days when this was the highest class of travel in Indian Railways and AC coaches on trains were a rarity. As a student traveling home and back, I was allowed a 50% concession on the fare. That made it affordable.The First class cabin comprised of a total of four berths - two lower berths and two upper berths. As you enter a cabin, there is a set of one lower & one upper berth on your right and another similar set on the left, separated by about three feet of

It was raining cats and dogs when I got off the bus at bus stand. Even though I made a very quick dash to the nearest shelter that was just a few feet away I got drenched. I found an empty bench away from the slanting rain and sat on it to take stock of my plight.I am Mohan, a twenty two year old engineer, working as an engineer trainee in a reputed private firm in Madras (the city is now known as Chennai). My company worked five days a week. A very good friend of mine was getting married that Saturday night in his native place; a very small town some 50 miles away from Vijayawada. It was an impulsive, last minute decision on my part to attend that wedding.Unfortunately for me, I couldn't get a train ticket and had to travel sitting in a bus all the way. Even as I left Madras on that Friday night, a cyclonic storm was making its way towards the South India in the Bay of Bengal. During that night of my travel it intensified further. The bus was buffeted by rain and strong winds and the

He had never, ever looked at the maid with those kinds of intentions. But increasingly Sundar had found himself struggling with the way his body felt when she came in the morning and wished him in the morning. And then today happened.Sundar was 72 years old and had daughters who were older than the maid. She was just a 19-year-old girl. She was a city-bred girl who had been to school till her 8th class and merely followed her mother's footsteps in working as a maid.It started with the girl being indiscreet in managing her clothing so that one many occasions as she swept the floor near where he was sorting out his bills and papers.She was all sweet innocence and had looked back up at him staring at her and smiled. "What, anna?" she asked laughingly, using the term for elder brother.Sundar just shook his head and said, "Just do your work," and continued to look at her. And with that simple exchange she went back to her work and he went back to gazing at her breasts as they hung inside

I did not know what happened to me… the words of Meenakshi, her stern voice, her warm grip on my hand… everything made me very determined and strong within a moment to face this dirty man. I felt I would do my best to keep this man occupied with this driving exercise while Meenakshi would search his house for that tape. I turned towards her… my jaws had also got stiffened… had eye contact with her… and nodded positively and stepped ahead to cross the road.Mahesh: Hello Meenakshi… Hi Anita…. I must remark that you two are very punctual… (he looks at his watch) its just two minutes past 5!Mahesh was wearing a blue jeans and a light red T-shirt. As I looked minutely at him I noted he was sufficiently tall, had a good physique, and certainly could have looked better, but his thick untrimmed beard made him look rusty.Meenakshi: Hi Mahesh… So this is the car in which you will give lessons to my sister?Mahesh: Yes Meenakshi. Its one of the learner vehicles of our garage and

I was excited as well as nervous too; nervous of being watched; watched by Sudha and Natasha, who were much, much younger than me! Their presence was actually hindering me to some extent to extract the full joy out of Guru-ji’s passionate kissing and in my anxiety I was getting dry in the mouth. I was getting so keyed up that I wished I could rub my heavy breasts on his hairy chest and just bite his shoulder!Unfortunately, I had to constrain my emotions largely due to Natasha and Sudha though Guru-ji was virtually plundering the whole of my mouth with his wet tongue in the name of demonstration and I did not even notice when his hands slid from my waist to my round spherical butt cheeks and he was kneading them rather handsomely!Me: Ummm… Ahhhh…. Uuuuuuuuuuchhhhh….I was getting deeply immersed in his kissing when at one point of time Guru-ji parted his lips from mine.Guru-ji: Natasha, Sudha… I hope you have keenly followed what I demonstrated and for the saliva to mix

Nirmal: Oh! You are back Madam! Guru-ji was searching for you!Me: Guru-ji! But he knows I was away….Am I… am I late?Nirmal: No, no Madam… you are not late…. actually Guru-ji needs to leave for an urgent call at his native place, so… so he would talk to you about the yagya I guess.I could easily guess that as he conversed with me his eyes were roving on my body. Though I had wrapped my sari properly on my body, my breathing was still not absolutely normal and my heavy bosom was going up and down under my sari at a faster pace, which that dwarf had probably spotted.Me (shuffling a bit nervously): Oh! I see…Nirmal: Please take your sit and I will bring some tea for you.He said the last words to Mama-ji who indeed would need a cup of tea to refresh himself after the quick ejaculation he had in the car.Mama-ji: Oh! Thanks… He he… (Mama-ji sat on the couch)I bid “good bye” to Mama-ji and quickly went inside almost simultaneously with Nirmal. I walked at a brisk pace so