N8story For Teen's Dreams

My Office Cab

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjko6EaBD4YxbDE917TVzoxns1hbw8hkIemesyV5eqSjB9DzAqreTSwlcGUT9C-oz90JGMyj2YSjs4fMJW-mQZB0Hxr5eiSm3pEsXcDkMnsHugAmotnhgWBVJanPr-NG7_Bq-S-LwLqHGA/s1600/tumblr_lv9n4jmYSN1qz7ltxo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjko6EaBD4YxbDE917TVzoxns1hbw8hkIemesyV5eqSjB9DzAqreTSwlcGUT9C-oz90JGMyj2YSjs4fMJW-mQZB0Hxr5eiSm3pEsXcDkMnsHugAmotnhgWBVJanPr-NG7_Bq-S-LwLqHGA/s320/tumblr_lv9n4jmYSN1qz7ltxo1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span>  My ride back home:</span><br />
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The work at office was hectic I looked at the time on the office clock.  11:15 pm. I had a customer message to solve. I had started working from  8 am in the morning and I was dead tired at 11:15 in the middle of the  night I could not understand a single line of code written by me, let  alone trying to figure out other's code. It all looked like matrix  stuff. Something went wrong with our software bought by our customer.<br />
Probably some smart ass changed some lines of code and the entire  program went into infinite loop and now it’s up to me (offshore team as  they would call it) to save the world here. I looked around from my  cubicle, emptiness an array of empty tables and chairs, monitors ,  phones, white boards filled with threatening undecipherable algorithms,  empty conference rooms where fiery heated discussions and exchange of  ideas from one brain to another<br />
I had taken place were now the only silent spectators to my quest to  solve these bugs tonight. No living creature in sight near and far.  Probably they were all sleeping comfortably in their bed. My manager had  a heart made of pure 24 carat solid stone.He left sharp at 5 pm in his  newly bought Honda city to avoid traffic. But before leaving he send his  last e-mail addressed to me cc'ing the customer that the issue will be  solved by EOD no matter what (of course end of day meant that my day  should<br />
Only end when the issue is solved even if it took me whole night and  the next day morning to finish this.  He came by my seat before leaving  and gave me his dumb smile. He did not have a clue what the issue was  but he acted in such a way that if the issue had it been addressed to  him he could have solved it in 10 mins straight. Hey Deeps! That’s his  style of addressing me, short form for Deepti I think it won’t take long  right?<br />
Piece of cake for you: I kind a have a feeling that whenever he talks  to me he looks at my breasts rather than my face. With my appraisal just  around the corner I could do nothing but to give him my "Colgate"  smile. His stare was still fixed on my breasts. He somehow got back to  his senses and forced his eyes to look at my face.my lips to be more  exact. Mail me the status before you leave, dont forget that ok? I  nodded and he smiled again and he left.<br />
Here I was now still trying to fix this bug. My neck hurt like hell. My  backbone was so strained that it could crumble anytime. My fingers hit  the keyboard and it sounded like what? Typewriters! How hard do they  make this keyboard nowadays? My brain had given up on this issue long  back but I knew I had to somehow finish this. I went back to debugging.  At close to 11:51 on my computer screen I finally figured out the  solution.<br />
Though it was quite simple I was in a state of bliss my neural network  which understands logic still works. Thank God for that I jumped around  in my cubicle I would have happily ran naked screaming eureka all around  the office but that's madness.Couple of more years doing coding and I  would reach that state too. Earlier today morning i randomly picked a  shirt and a long skirt for work from my cupboard.<br />
I felt so lazy to even choose a proper dress. This shirt was so loose  fitting now. That’s cos I had lost a couple of kilos after I joined gym.  I weighed 52 now pretty ok for my 5 ft 6 inch tall frame. I was 24 now  and my mom had put up my new reduced weight pic in some stupid matrimony  site along with the older one. Now my matrimony profile looked like  some advertisement for some weight reduction programme.<br />
Like those before and after sticker ad's that you find on some  lamp-posts on the roadside. One picture in which, I looked kind of plump  around my belly area and the other one where I was slim and trim. God  save my mom and she gets these stupid calls from some junk punks who  consider themselves nothing less than hunks asking for my hand in  marriage nice try, mister!<br />
I reject them outright much to my mom's disappointment, leaving that  aside now, coming back to the office, thanks to the cost cutting  measures in my company they promptly switch off the damn AC's at 6 pm.  It got so hot that i had removed the top two buttons of my shirt. Though  it did no good but i felt a bit relaxed as the air flowed in through  the openings on top of my shirt and also through the sides of the  sleeves. I wrote a long mail to the customer cc'ing my manager on how  complex the issue was.<br />
<span>  Of course the mail will have the time stamp which means they will know I  was up late night. Happy with today work I called the security guard at  the gate and asked him to allot me a cab home. We had this late night  drop facility if in case some poor girl like me got dumped with work and  had to fight all night to solve some nasty godforsaken issues that no  one wants to take up.</span><br />
The security called my extension and told me that there were no more  official office cabs left so he had to arrange for some local cab  service for my drop. It wilI take him some time before he could arrange  me one I just wanted to hit my bed and sleep like a log. I dozed off in  my seat. The office phone rang nonstop till my brain sensed some faint  sound and ordered myself to come to my senses to pick it up. Hello, I  murmurred.<br />
<span>  The security had found me a cabbie that would drop me home at this ungodly hr. My watch read 12:17 am. My house was little far away from office. Takes me 1hour 45 mins to reach home  in traffic but today I was hoping to reach in 1 hr at this time of the  night. I packed up my stuff. I took the elevator down to the reception. I  signed the register near the gate and the security guard pointed me to a  white Tata Indica parked near the gate.</span><br />
<span>  I went near the car the front door was open for me to sit. But there  was no driver in sight. I sat in the front seat and pressed the horn.  Coming, maimsaab, I heard the voice. I saw a man emerging out of the  bush. He was taking a leak oooooh bloody hell! In my confusion to get home I  had forgotten to take a leak myself. Out of the blue my bladders felt  heavy as if some unknown force refilled my kidney with urine like those  bartenders fill</span><br />
<span>  Those pitchers with beer automatically when it’s empty in pubs forcing  us to drink more and pay more. What a stupid comparison to state! I  finally decided to hold on to all the liquid waste inside me till I  reach home. The cab came and sat, closed his door. Touched the feet of a  Ganesha's idol fixed on his front panel and murmured a silent prayer  before turning on the ignition. Nice guy! I confirmed in my mind.</span><br />
Normally they should send a security guard along with me but noone  accompanied me today. But this cabbie looked decent with all praying and  stuff. I decided not to panic and get some sleep on the way back. I  opened the window and leaned back on the seat. Not much comfortable but  the breeze started hitting my body and i felt cold as my sweat  evaporated. I felt better. I opened window fully.<br />
As he drove faster the wind started hitting me with stronger force.  "You can adjust the seat, madam. The Cabbie spoke. He pointed me to a  lever which pulls my seat backwards. Ofcourse i knew abt it. I pushed it  back and now my seat became a semi sleeper bed. Nice, I leaned back and  closed my eyes tried to get some much needed sleep. But the wind hit me  hard. I had not tucked in my shirt,<br />
Actually my shirt ended where my skirt started. I had not worn any slip  inside. I wore a bra. The wind was trying to lift my shirt up and there  was danger of my entire stomach being exposed to the driver. I held on  to the shirt hard not allowing it to rise. But the wind was hitting me  harder every second. I decided to close the window. I asked the cabbie  to put on the AC. Non AC cab madam. Now it was like a toaster inside.<br />
Nothing moved. The heat radiated from the engine making me sweat again.  There was water in my bag and I drank it in a gulp. What a stupid thing  to do. Shit! My bladder gave me an error message now, before it just  showed a warning. We techies usually ignore the warning messages  blindly. But error messages have to be solved. Now it sounded like a  "Stack overflow exception where on mother India have you seen a toilet  on the highway when you needed one urgently.<br />
<span>  I prayed to god to make this drive back home faster. I was getting  boiled alive inside the car.I was tired my eyes were drowsy and I  feeling suffocated. The driver never gave a damn about my condition. He  kept driving pretending like I never even existed. Can’t blame him, even  he wanted to get back home. He looked like someone in mid 30's, father of 2 small kids probably, No mush thank god.</span><br />
<span>  He did not fit the looks of a psychopath serial killer who hunts  overworked, underpaid, bladderfull, suffocated, tortured, drowsy  programmer on her way back home in the middle of the night nor did he?  To hell with my thoughts I decided not to be so paranoid anymore. All I  knew was that I will die in here with everything so hot. I decided to  open my side of the window.</span><br />
The wind came back and hit my face with full force I layed back on my  seat. The wind now again got back to its previous job of lifting my  shirt up. I kept my hand on my stomach. I had to apply some amount of  force to keep the shirt from getting lifted. This was draining all my  energy. I cursed myself for wearing this shirt today. I closed my eyes  and slowly let the sleep take control of me. My hands started loosening  its grip on the shirt.<br />
My hands slowly slide away from my stomach, letting the wind take  control of my body. I was too tired to resist. I could feel the wind  hitting against the bare flesh of my stomach. It actually felt very  nice. I had worn the skirt far below my belly button I knew I had to do  something to cover my stomach but the feeling was so powerful that I let  the wind touch me all over my stomach.<br />
I regained my senses soon I was in a state of semi undress the wind had  worked hard and lifted my shirt to the maximum extend possible till  above my ribs. My skirt was loosely tied around my waist. I was sure the  faint hair growth was surely visble. I immediately pulled down my shirt  to cover my navel but the damage was done for sure and how long has  this guy seen me like this? I looked at the watch still 12:40.<br />
Probably for 7 minutes I would have dozed off. I looked at the driver  there was no emotions on his face. Zombie movies would have been  inspired by people like him. I again leaned back to my seat. The driver  had also lowered the window at his side. There is no point now fighting  with the wind, I relaxed and lay back. The wind immediately lifted my  shirt high above revealing my navel. This time I did nothing to pull it  down.<br />
To hell with the driver and he has seen me in this state before. What’s  the point of hiding it now. I tried to relax chai? The cabbie spoke  again. What chai? He said he was feeling sleepy so needed one to stay  awake. I said no. The thought of chai again made my bladder send a  shooting pain to my pussy. I clutched my stomach. He looked at my  stomach and then again to my face?<br />
Do you have stomach pain, madam? I was actually letting this guy take a  free view of my exposed navel now. I said No. The pain in my kidney was  unbearable now and reached a stage where i ll end up dirtying his cab. I  gathered up some courage and told him that i wanted to use the toilet  urgently. He looked at my stomach again and said that there is no public  toilet anywhere and i should use the bushes like he did.<br />
I said no way. I ll hold on till we reached. He nodded and continued  driving. The feeling was unconrollable now. I looked at the driver. He  said there is a chai stall nearby and he will buy one chai and park the  vehicle further away and pretend like he is drinking chai and meanwhile I  can go and take my leak by walking little further away from the main  road. Sounds intelligent! But will it work?<br />
I asked him to stop where there will be no type of life forms within 1  km radius where I am going to pee. He gave me a disgusted nod. He  stopped the car and bought 2 plastic glass filled with chai. He asked me  to hold it. He told me even I can have the chai after taking the leak.  Whatever I was dead scared now. Considering the fact that I let this  cabbie see my navel show for free I should accept that now I have gained  some experience in public exposing.<br />
He stopped the car in a deserted area of course the vehicles behind us  continue to speed past us. Had they known what I am up to, they would  have surely slowed down to get their quota of free show.Educated,  modern, sober woman pissing on the roadside. Wah! What publicity I gave  him back the chai glass I kept my chai in front of the dashboard in  front of me. I looked nervously all around. He looked at me and at his  watch.<br />
If you wait some more time Madam and you can piss in broad day light.  Oh, he is making fun of me now. Yes, Yes, has your fun too I thought in  my mind. I got out of the car. I started walking towards some bushes off  the road.Madam! He called me from behind. I got scared and ran back to  the car. What happened? Did someone come? No he replied incase if  someone comes what will you do? He asked me?<br />
I said i’ll run back to the car. What else? He looked at me again but  did not speak back. I was getting frustrated now my stomach will burst  any moment now. What, I shouted at him? Say it. He looked down and said?  How can you run fast with your underwear between your legs? What? Oh ho  like that? He was worried I will loose time to pull up my panty in case  someone sees me.<br />
So what should I do? I ll switch off the lights you can remove it here  and keep it here in the car, wtf? I was shocked to hear this. I mean  agreed he saw my navel, but come to think of this, every women's navel  is exposed to a certain extend when they wear saree nothing to be  ashamed off, but removing panty in front of a cabbie is a horror story.  No, I told him. I am sorry madam; I was just worried about your safety  that’s all.<br />
Damn it! Why is this guy like this Ok, I said but, in one condition,  you will not look this side. No problem madam.Actually my panty was wet  and I did not want him to see it. What am I doing at 1 am siting inside  this cab. I inserted my hand from below the skirt as I lifted my hand to  reach for my panty. I realized that in this process I am also lifting  my skirt along with my hand.<br />
When my hand reached my thighs, even my skirt had also been lifted  exposing my thigh. I looked at the driver and he was looking at the  other direction. I cannot lift my skirt all the way up to my panty its  stupidity. I let the skirt remain lifted till up to my thighs. I undid  the knot of my skirt. Loosened it and inserted both my hands and pulled  down my panty.<br />
It was such a sloppy action that if the cabbie was looking he could  have seen my entire assests clearly. I tried to calm myself down. I  started taking long breaths. With some effort I pulled down my panty. I  kept the panty back in my bag. But before I could tie the knot of my  skirt and pull down the skirt from below my thighs. The cabbie turned  towards me and asked if I am done. I screamed.<br />
I tried to pull down my skirt hard but in that haste my hand hit the  chai glass kept in front of me and the entire chai fell all over my  shirt and skirt. I jumped as a reflex and my panty slid down further  revealing the driver most portion of my ass. The cabbie in the confusion  and tension automatically brought forward his hand and tried to wipe  away the chai from my skirt pulling it further down bringing my vagina  in his full view.<br />
There was shock in his eyes. The pain of the hot tea touching my  stomach and thighs was also unbearable. I went into hysteria and  desperately tried to cover my modesty but it did no good as I stepped on  my long skirt thereby pulling it further down. The driver understood my  state of mind and clutched both my arms and told me to stop panicking.  It’s alright I tried to cover my pussy with my hands. He again pressed  both my arms with his hands and told me to calm down.<br />
I regained my senses. There I was with my shirt lifted and my skirt  half way down sitting in front of the unknown person. I stared at him.  He opened a small compartment on his car and took out and cloth. He  slowly wiped the chai from my navel. I was in a state of shock. I was  drained and had no power to react. He sensed that. He removed my hand  covering my vagina and slowly wiped the chai from there too.<br />
He then slowly pulled down my skirt and removed it from below my legs. I  was numb. He spread my legs apart and wiped the cloth in between my  things and also wiped my vagina.I was sitting bottomless in a car now  with this driver touching my private parts. Madam he shook me again. I  did nothing to cover my vagina and he has seen me naked below my  stomach.<br />
No need of going to the bushes to pee, Madam, He said.. He stretched  his hand and from back seat he pulled out a 1.5 ltr Miranda bottle and  gave it to me. I gave him a confused look and he kept the bottle in  between my legs and pressed the nozzle part near my pee hole. I was  ashamed and humiliated, little aroused, can’t deny that, but yes, i peed  inside that bottle with him watching me.<br />
My mouth was dry and no words came out. It was like watcing a movie in  mute. He took the bottle from me and closed it with a lid and threw it  out of the window. It was 1:20 am and the roads were near deserted. I  sat bottomless in the car too shocked to say anything. He then raised  the window near my side. It was a black tinted glass and also raised the  one in his side. My skirt was lying in the back seat.<br />
He started the car and took it forward. I made no attempt to wear my  skirt. I sat with my legs spread in the front seat. He stopped the car  in a corner of a road. He then slowly made me lie back on my seat and  pulled it back to the maximum extend possible. I was now lying flat on  the seat. He slowly kept his hand on my thighs. I did not have the power  to take his hand off.<br />
My mind screamed that this was all wrong but I did nothing. He brought  his hand and started removing my shirt buttons. He removed all my  buttons and spread my shirt apart. I wore a black bra inside. He lifted  me gently and removed my shirt. He slowly unhooked my bra from behind  and removed that too. I lay stark naked in front of him. He bends  forward and started massaging my breasts.<br />
I left out a moan that’s the first sound that came out of me after a  long time. He bend forward and started sucking my nipple this hand  started fingering my pussy my vagina was so wet and it had expanded to  accomodate not two but three of his fingers. I felt a shrudder through  me as his fingers found my G Spot. I shivered and shook in his arms as  he sucked my pussy clean. I was in such a state that i least cared about  anyone seeing us in this state.<br />
There was sound of the zip opening and I realized that I am going to  get my first sex. But the cabbie did not insert his tiger in to me but  pulled me towards him. I brought my face close to his penis. I was so  aroused that I sucked his swollen head of his penis and drank his entire  sperm when he cum. He fingered me again till I got multiple orgasms. I  lay spent, naked next to the driver. He dressed but did not let me dress  up.<br />
<span>  He kept carressing me all the way home. When we neared my house and he  openned his pant and I again asked for his much needed last blowjob and  he kept pressing my breasts and licking my navel. I finally got the will  to get out of the car and go home. I slept peacefully in my house.  Shit! I did not even ask his name. I don’t care much though. Life is  simple Enjoy it. Let’s not complicate it unnecessarily.</span></div>

My Office Cab

My ride back home: The work at office was hectic I looked at the time on the office clock. 11:15 pm. I had a customer message to solve....

My Wife's Friend

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgftxFjRzeOJCBqKh8-Tf7KaJ427mcnXESGwFQFk9gMlFsiIsl8Neohm432TeyYd673uK76uKS0oUETXg3p8uE51WZ_NiGev9DsUYFKzminESHVxSwUG_k814yp_skWNolEN1bG_Tv9R1o/s1600/wg1TgLz3zP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgftxFjRzeOJCBqKh8-Tf7KaJ427mcnXESGwFQFk9gMlFsiIsl8Neohm432TeyYd673uK76uKS0oUETXg3p8uE51WZ_NiGev9DsUYFKzminESHVxSwUG_k814yp_skWNolEN1bG_Tv9R1o/s1600/wg1TgLz3zP.jpg" /></span></a></div><br />
<div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">This happened a year back when my wife was on maternity. Since she had some trouble during the delivery we were asked not to involve in sex for minimum of 8 months till the stitches are healed. Having lost almost more than a month before delivery without sex, I was going crazy and unable to concentrate on my work. Every day I would watch porn videos on internet and that was driving me even crazier.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">My wife has a habit of forwarding messages to her friends from my mobile and apparently she sent to one of her friend, who didn’t store our number. She sent the message late at 1am to her friend Devi. While I was at work the next day afternoon I got a missed call from some number. Since I am in sales I cannot afford to miss any of my clients call and called that number immediately.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Soon I learned that it is a female and I kept asking who is on the line. Since her voice was so rude, I didn’t leave any information and cut the call in within minutes. Even after that she kept giving missed call and that disturbed me. Later I told some fake name and she said that her name as Jeni and we decided to talk after my work. When I called her in the evening she said that she likes my voice and style of language.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">She like the way I called her immediately after the missed called and enquired who this is. As we spoke, we started giving fake build-up about our jobs, marital status, likes and dislikes etc.to make her feel comfortable I did say her voice is also good and I will be happy to hear a song. With out even a request she started singing a song from a latest movie.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Then the friendship started with sms updates, calls after meals etc., Within few days the conversation drove to height, weight, complexion, love, romance, past affairs, what she likes in men and I like in women etc., Then we started speaking in double meaning and later she told me she is feeling horny and is trying to masturbate with thin deodorant can and it is chill.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">I become horny and said that I have a deodorant can and that is warm, she asked me which brand and I said I will give her later as it won’t be available in shops because it is imported. She was disappointed and in two days she expressed that she wanted to meet. I was already running crazy and want to see her, but wanted to know whether she is genuine or not. I decided to speak frankly and told her about me.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">After telling she said sorry and cut the call. I felt something wrong. I sent many messages and for all that the reply was just “OK” or “sorry for disturbing you” and was disconnecting my calls. I was terribly angry and called her the next day from a land line and she picked. I asked what happen, she said its “Devi” my wife’s friend and she thought somebody else and started talking dirty.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">She was also cursing me for cheating my wife, I was bit upset and told her and explained my situation about not having sex for 2 months and I couldn’t concentrate on my work etc. she said spoke to softly and started motivating me. She called me the next day when I was in temple and I couldn’t attend the call and sent “I am in temple” she asked why suddenly and I told her that today’s my birthday.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">She said that she wanted to meet me today somehow. I accepted her offer and decided to meet in the evening at a railway station; she is from outskirts of Chennai. Since, I haven’t seen her before so I was imagining about her to the best of myself. But it was a shock to see a short and dark (75%) female with an ugly chudi. I completely lost interest; since she was speaking nice I decided to stay.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">As promised before I decided to drop her back near her home which is more than 30 kms from the railway station. Then she sat on my bike and was riding on a road which was severly damage after the rains. Every few metres there were pot holes and I was applying brake and was getting a kiss of her soft tennis balls. Initially I hesitated, but later started enjoying those soft punches at my back.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Soon I could feel harder punches with her tennis balls becoming like a cricket balls. I understood she is becoming horny. She came closer to me and started speaking about my life and sex vaccum in my life. She said that she is also feeling horny after watching a porn movie in her cousin’s computer and longing to get fucked. Then we started forgetting that she is my wife’s friend and even she.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Later she asked me whether I am feeling her boobs becoming firm and I said yes and said even my cock is becoming firm. Within no time she started kept her arm around my waist when we jumped on a speed breaker and slowly slided her hand to my pants. She caressed my pants and said she is feeling the bulge. By then we were half way through and she started holding it firmly as we were on a highway and none can see us.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">My cock really wanted to come out to fuck her, but I was trying to control not to do it. It was at 9pm we entered into a military area where in the night almost its pitch dark and none will be there. I asked her permission to touch her balls, but she said my touch is not enough and if I am going to just touch she doesn't want it. I told her that I will suck it, hearing this she held my hands and guided it to her breasts.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Imagine, there is none in the road, pitch dark and I am driving bike slowly but my one hand is pressing it – what an uncomfortable position I was in. I stopped my bike in the side of the road and turned to press it with two hands, but stilled found it really uncomfortable. I just got down from my bike and parked it alongside the wall and made her to sit on it and started pressing it comfortably by standing.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">She started moaning and she was trying to hold my cock. Later I was scared of her moans and planted a deep kiss on her mouth and she started biting her like chewing gum. Later I wanted to suck it, so I told her to control he moan so that I can suck it for long. She accepted it and I raised her chudi and removed her bra hooks to get a way to take it on my mouth. I started sucking it, biting,</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">I started giving love bite, and she wasn’t able to control her moan and started increasing her voice. I slowed down and then she promised me that she will again control and then I sucked her hard for long. I was so nervous doing this in public that too in military area. My love bites were paining a lot and said she wants to see my cock. Then I made her to stand and I sat on the bike.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Since it was so dark that she wasn’t able to see it and switched on the torch in her mobile and said that this is bigger than her deodorant tin. She asked the warm imported tin which I told her before and I just said that, if she is feeling my cock warm, this is it. She was so tempted hearing this and asked me to hold the mobile and started sucking my cock. She started biting my cock with her teeth and it was pain and pleasure.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">I was about to explode my cum and told her to stop it. She then stopped it and within no seconds of coming out her mouth I exploded on her neck, she stood up and by then it was all over her chudi. It was really embarrassing for me. But she just gave me smile and I said sorry. She said that it’s all because of her and she was happy that she could see my cock exploding on her so aggressively.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">I offered her my hand kerchief and asked her to wipe it. She wiped and also my cock and kissed it deeply. I noticed a night guard coming in distance in bicycle and we decided to start moving. The moment we passed the guard she again kept her hand on my pants, but in the hurry I missed to zip my pant and she inserted her hand inside this time and started taking it out of my underwear and started holding it.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">She pressed it and said that her breasts are paining and itching so much. Then I told her I wanted to touch her cunt and tried doing it while I was riding my bike. She guided my hand to her cunt and the moment I touched it she reached her climax and just leaned on me and exploded her fluid on my hands. She was completely wet and sticky. I badly wanted to fuck her but had no right place to do so and was afraid of the guards.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">So for every 100 mts I was stopping and keeping my hand inside her cunt, caressing her breast and kissing her lips. Since I just exploded it will require another 30 mts to get ready for another round and it was already late for her. At 10 she started getting calls from home, so she wanted me to drop her near her area. I just dropped her at railway station near her area and she went, I started coming back to city. While I was on the way, I was getting continuous missed call from her.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">I called her back and she said that I have exploded on her very badly and made her dress wet, when she noticed on lights it was so visible and had to cover her with open thupatta. She has heavy pain on her breast because of my love bites and said that her breast is full of reddish patches of love bite. She told me that she wants it all over her body next time even if it is paining. With this wonderful experience I started masturbating everyday and made her listen to the masturbation sound over phone. Later within days we decided to meet once again, but this time in afternoon.</span></div></div>

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Myths About Self Stimulation-masturbation: Break Them!

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo46p_09OOro77JaxN7htIof3O19cSyS5SEt2kOnqJKGHiI3GEYx84Fznbn0yghFp1oR15SI7n2vg5EtCoH7gXAUJNvmTMtx5ntXi_jvEcVp8JnrdpEVl6tnjIK4YAfPdgBuWCa-DjYcY/s1600/27-girl-271011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo46p_09OOro77JaxN7htIof3O19cSyS5SEt2kOnqJKGHiI3GEYx84Fznbn0yghFp1oR15SI7n2vg5EtCoH7gXAUJNvmTMtx5ntXi_jvEcVp8JnrdpEVl6tnjIK4YAfPdgBuWCa-DjYcY/s1600/27-girl-271011.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">Self stimulation is a natural process by which young boys and girls come to terms with their own sexuality. It is under normal conditions, a totally healthy process of maturing. However, it is not looked upon very favourable in many societies, especially Asian cultures. There are many unscientific and unreasonable myths surrounding masturbation that need to be broken for the new generation. It is possible to reach orgasm by masturbation and there is no shame in it. </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;">Here are a few myths about self stimulation that are incorrect.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;" /><strong style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;">Self Stimulation And Masturbation Myths:</strong><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;" /><strong style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;">1. Masturbation In Boys Leads To Impotency:</strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"> It is a very popular belief in many societies and it is used to create a sense of terror in the minds of young boys. How can what you do as a 15 year old lead to impotency and why should a teenager be bothered with complex issues of fertility? Sperms ejaculated during masturbation are produced in the body again within 2 hours time so this belief is totally unscientific and manipulative.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;" /><strong style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;">2. Masturbation Leads To Premature Ejaculation:</strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"> If somebody has a medical condition called Erectile Dysfunction then masturbation leads to instant orgasm leaving the partner unsatisfied. However, for normal healthy males it is quite the contrary. Stimulation will make you last longer in bed and enjoy every bit of it.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;" /><strong style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;">3. Masturbation In Girls Leads To Loss Of Virginity:</strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"> Again a masturbation myth that is based on fear instead of facts. Losing virginity while stimulating yourself is quite a far fetched idea and highly impossible in most cases. People who propagate such myths are unaware of this basic physical fact that penetration is not essential for stimulating female organs. It is possible for women to stimulate themselves just by rubbing. That makes it highly improbable for the hymen to get damaged due to intrusion.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;" /><strong style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;">4. Masturbation Can Lead To Infections:</strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"> If you do it with dirty hands then it will. But you can get a stomach infection even if you eat with dirty hands. So why this special bias towards anything related to pleasure. Personal hygiene is very important during self stimulation but it is also important in every other aspect of life like eating, sleeping and bathing. The issue is cleanliness not masturbation and the focus should on the issue.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;" /><strong style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;">5. Married People Do Not Masturbate: </strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;">Why should this be a hard and fast rule? Self stimulation as a behaviour pattern is not harmful to a couples love life. If a married man or woman is not totally satisfied by making love with their partner then what is the harm if they stimulate themselves? It can also be that they wish to extend their pleasure in lovemaking in this way. It is very normal for married couple to stimulate each other and themselves during lovemaking. </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;">Break out of the above myths about self stimulation because they are untrue and arbitrary but remember too much of anything, even stimulation takes the pleasure out of things.</span></div>

Myths About Self Stimulation-masturbation: Break Them!

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Me, My Mom And My Best Friend

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZbjiXfH71ThPoDCvBMYKyveiY6FIVaf89H_NRbPIT4V8YusWkp9uyn9j6oNn6VIOxnFbPZWtZDSEZyf56SbaQPdx-qMhKyHYEH6g7T525uT0hDZNdCyb_Q_zGSWde7gTp9L-BHlJhC9M/s1600/Chapter14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZbjiXfH71ThPoDCvBMYKyveiY6FIVaf89H_NRbPIT4V8YusWkp9uyn9j6oNn6VIOxnFbPZWtZDSEZyf56SbaQPdx-qMhKyHYEH6g7T525uT0hDZNdCyb_Q_zGSWde7gTp9L-BHlJhC9M/s320/Chapter14.jpg" width="226" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Hi all.I live in kerala,India.My moms name is priya.She is kind of innocent and beautiful.I like my mom very much.she used to expose most of her skin especially navel and bellybutton.Even when she goes outside,her navel is seen.It is seen by everyone even paperboy,milk guy used to stare at her bellybutton and curves on her waist.I used to stare her navel daily.</div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Describing her she has 36 boob size and wears saree all time without bra in home,white skin tone mixes with her very well. Her boobs are perfect with brown nipples.I used to see her nude daily from window in hallway to backside of house where my mom used to take bath. One day my neighbourhood friend came to my home for playing during summer.My mom started preparing for bath.</div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">She took of her clothes from top to bottom,only her langa is tied to her boobs covering till legs. My friend staring her boobs white exposure.He got tempted.But she told us play in bedroom and left for bath by swithcing of light in hall and closed back door.We started playing,But i can,t control hearing the sound of water coming while my mom is bathing. So i told my friend that i will drink water and come.</div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">I didn,t came for long time.My friend naveen got doubt and came to check me in hall.I was looking outside the window and he came to know am seeing my mom taking bath. He told ” i also want to see”.I made him to climb chair.His eyes widened. He became uncontrolble.What a boobs and ass,we are able to see her side boobs alone since she is turning that side and bathing.</div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">What a ass and .while she bent down for getting more water,we saw her nipple.Pradeep” your mom looks perfect”.yummmmy… He is wetting inside he told.I am also wetting and sweating. Now she turned to our side.We saw whole body..boobs,nipple, hairy pussy,ass…everything…she covered herself in wet towel and started coming to hall. We ran to bedroom and closed the door as it was before.</div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">She came and switched on the light in hall.I climbed my bed to see from top of door.Naveen also pushed me to see.She removed her towel and started wearing langa.We can see her clearly in bright light.Her nipples brown and round.She then started wearing jacket pushing her white boobs inside.Rounding herself to wear saree.Naveen asked ur mom wont wear<br />
bra or panty in home?</div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Yeah I told…”u r one lucky guy ” he said.She came to bedroom and Naveen staring at her from top to bottom.her navel is seen as usual.You guys done playing.It time for dinner.So naveen left my home.We met in evening,he told he was shagging all day about my mom.Naveen told about my mom boobs and he want to feel it.He told he wants more. I told ” you know she removes her jacket hooks while sleeping.</div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">I saw her nipple slip many times.Pradeep” i really want to see her nude again”.Next day afternoon,naveen came to home.My mom is sweeping bedroom.Naveen started staring her navel and boobs which are hanging down and shaking,her two hooks in front are removed gave clear view of her cleavage.After sweeping,she went to sleep in hall, her boobs are covered with a layer of saree.</div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">After sometime,current went.We started feeling hot since its midsummer.My mom felt hot and congested.So she removed her jacket hooks and slept.We are staring at her from bedroom all time.She covered her boobs with a thin layer of saree.As current came,her saree fell apart and her right boob is completly exposed.We dared to go nearby since she is in deep sleep.Naveen started smelling her from top to bottom,even i am.I kissed her bellybutton slightly.Naveen kissed<br />
her nipple,she jerked.</div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">We were afraid to shit, but we moved immediately to bedroom without any noise. We were really terrified but had a good time.Naveen is wetting his lips with tongue.He told he want to suck those smooth nipples. I told him,i used to suck them at night when she used to sleep beside<br />
me.He told,thats awesome he really want to feel her boobs and her pussy.  I told you come tommorow night for sleepover, since dad is leaving for a business trip.Thanks alot man,wish my mom is like yours.</div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Naveen told you can see my mom and sis too ,we will plan it later.I was really happy for exchange business since i liked her sistee very much. Next night came,my mom agreed for sleepover,so naveen brought pillow and blanket.He brought me a gift too.his sister bra.I smelt them and licked too. So while we guys are in bedroom,my mom is in hall,as usual preparing for bath.As she went,we did the same.</div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">We were in high ,our dicks started leaking.We masturbated in bedroom,i cumed on his younger<br />
sister bra.He cummed on his blanket. That day,my mom is having cough,so she took bendryl and went to deep sleep which added very ease for us.I made a torchlight with very small amount of light coming,without flashing too much. We both sat on ground in bedroom and started moving towards hall where my mom slept.</div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">We went nearby,a little moonlight is felling on her.For our surprise,nothing is present on her top.Her jacket is left open and no saree covering her boobs.We felt lucky.My friend started sucking her nipple and so did i.Am kissing her waist. I kissed her nipple till it become hard.i thought she is feeling good about us sucking, guess she is dreaming as some one fucking her. Guess effect of alchohol in benydryl.</div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">My friend reached down,i started moving her saree up her legs and thighs.I switched on torchlight to see her pussy.Its hairy and her pink pussy is seen between her legs.My friend started smelling her pussy and touched her pink pussy with finger.She moved a bit,so we stopped evrything and switched off torchlight.Without movement we waited there.Again after sometime we started again,lift her langa up,my friend kept his head inside and<br />
kissed her pussy.</div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">These time she didn,t moved.We did what and all to be done ,anyway we didn’t fucked her. So time passed,we used to see her nude whenever possible.We even saw Naveen mom nude and his sister too.Our exchanges gave us pleasure more than anything.Two aunties and one teenage girl,what guys want more. Later,i moved from that house,but till now we didn’t fucked them.But<br />
these memory can never be forgoten or erased for me and my friend. Hope you like my real and unedited story.</div></div>

Me, My Mom And My Best Friend

Hi all.I live in kerala,India.My moms name is priya.She is kind of innocent and beautiful.I like my mom very much.she used to expose most o...

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<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">In this section you will find the hot adventures of an Indian housewife  Savita Bhabhi who's always Hungry for sex and new adventures.Savita's  always hungry for sex and she always has new sexual stories<br />
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