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குணா தொடர்கிறான் :மாலை டிராஃபிக்கில் பைக் மெதுவா உருட்டிக்கொண்டிருந்தேன். ரேணுகா கிட்ட உதவி கேட்கப் போய் அவளையே ஓத்துடுவேன்னு நினைச்சுக்கூடப் பார்க்கலை. அவளுக்கும் இஷ்டம்தான் போல. வேணாம் வேணாம்னு சொன்னாலும் நல்லாப் பழகினாள்.இதுவரைக்கும் ஓத்ததுலேயே இதுதான் பெஸ்ட் ஃபக். எல்லாரும் என்னை மடக்கி இல்லன்னா விரிச்சுக்காட்டி ஓல் வாங்கினாளுங்க. இவளை முடியாதுன்னு சொல்லச்

சாந்தி தொடர்கிறாள் :எவ்வளவு பெரிய பிரச்சினை. இவன் சர்வ சாதாரணமாகச் சரியான தீர்ப்பு சொல்லிவிட்டான். தம்பி சொல்றது சரிதான்னு படுகிறது. நான் இங்கே வந்ததே அம்மாவைப் பழி வாங்கணும்னு தான். தம்பி சமாதானப்படுத்தினாலும் அம்மாவுக்கு ஒரு தண்டனை கொடுத்துதான் ஆகணும். இப்படிப் பல விஷயம் மனசுல ஓடிக்கொண்டிருந்தது. இந்த நினைப்பிலேயே டாய்லெட் உள்ளே வந்து இழுத்துக்கொண்டு

குணா தொடர்கிறான் :மனசெல்லாம் சந்தோஷத்துல துள்ளி குதித்தது. ஒவ்வொரு நாளும் வித்தியாசமான ஓல் உலகத்துல எவனுக்கும் கிடைச்சிருக்காது. மாமி பணம் கொடுத்து டீல் முடிந்ததுன்னு சொன்னப்ப தலையில இடி விழுந்த மாதிரி இருந்தது. திரும்பக் கூப்பிடுகிறேன்னு சொன்னதும் செம குஷியாகிவிட்டேன்.அம்புஜம் சைடு ஐட்டமா இருந்தாலும் செமத்தியா இருந்தா. ஹேமா மெயின் கோர்ஸ். இவ்வளவு பெரிய முலை

The phone rang around 5.30 in the morning. It was my aunt Taiba's cell, and the ringtone was an annoying Bollywood high pitched tune. The sun had still not risen on what would be a hot August summer day, and both my aunt and I were in deep sleep."Taiba." I poked her in the butt. "Mamani! It's your cell phone.""Hmm..." Taiba murmured in her sleep.The phone continued to ring."Taiba." I put my hand under the sheets to find her buttocks again. "Wake up and get your phone.""Mmmm." Taiba once again mumbled something. Even I putting a finger in her anus didn't wake her up.We were both tired, of course. It had been a late night. The room still stank of our sweat. And of sex.I had fucked my Taiba mamani twice last night. The first time we had ended up in the missionary position, with me cumming in her hole, as she lay spread eagled. For almost half an hour we had laid in that position, with my cock buried deep inside her, my cum continuously seeping inside her. We lay together as I stroked her

Taiba paid the rickshaw driver, stepped down from the rickshaw, put the suitcase on the ground and walked up the steps to the door of the lodge. She seemed to be giddy and eager; there was a spring in her step, a swing in her big hips, and a smile on her beautiful lips. She rang the bell and was surprised to see me open the door almost instantaneously. I had been listening for the rickshaw so I opened the door almost immediately as soon as she had rung the bell.She looked ravishing. As in, I wanted to ravish her. There was something about her. Despite being chubby and fat, this curvy aunt of mine oozed a sort of sex appeal the modern skinny Bollywood actresses just couldn't. The meat that she displayed on her waist and tummy was just begging to be squeezed and jiggled. Her light pink blouse, barely constraining her large breasts, looked warm and inviting. The pink sari, draped loosely around her body, resembled a refreshingly cool flower on a hot summer day. As I said, she had a smile

I returned in the evening.For the whole of Monday afternoon that I had been out, a sense of panic had gripped me. It had been with me ever since I had left the lodge. I still could not believe I had taken the initiative and made an advance on my aunt. My conservative, orthodox aunt. For so long we had been playing footsies and tip toeing around each other, but suddenly I had grabbed the bull by the horns. Or in this case, grabbed the lady of the house by her buns.The whole day as I had done my work and chores my mind had gone back to that moment. That grab. That kiss. And somehow - I was fearing the worst. It seemed all fine at the moment, but now? What have it done? What would Shaheen think once I had left?It was dark when I returned. I rang the doorbell but no one answered. Finding it somewhat strange, I opened the door with the key that Shaheen had given me. Upon entering the house, I found it eerily quiet.For a second I was worried. Where was my aunt? Had she left? Did ... my

My mother has three brothers -- all of them way older than her. This story involves their wives (my aunts) and me, one summer when I went up to their lakeside lodge. In Urdu, we call a maternal uncle (the brother of one's mother) a mamu (maternal uncle). The wife of a mamu is called mamani (or maternal aunt-in-law). Therefore this story is the story of my beautiful mamanis and me.We are an Urdu speaking family, originally from Lucknow in India, but settled in Kolkata (formerly known as Calcutta) for a long time. My father is a government employee and my mother works in a big corporation as a secretary. Ours isn't a very rich family, somewhat middle class, but my mamus are all extremely well off. My mother's brothers together runs a business making and exporting traditional Indian garments such as sari and kurta. The older two brothers are actively involved in the business, while the younger one is a doctor with his own practice, but also has shares in the business as a silent partner.

There is sexual tension between Vika Borja and her stepson. Today they are going to enjoy each other.

There is sexual tension between Vika Borja and her stepson. Today they are going to enjoy each other.

There is sexual tension between Vika Borja and her stepson. Today they are going to enjoy each other.