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or the bag. He stopped the car. Suddenly he was very aware of her nearness. Her pallu brushed against his shoulder. Her blouse was momentarily uncovered on her left side, near him. Its entire left side was soaking, too. He saw the bra clearly outlined underneath the clinging blouse. The lacy bra, his mind noted irrelevantly. The ringing stopped. She half turned back, but then reached back again, saying “It will probably ring again.” Swiftly, his eyes took in the full curve of her ass, outlined against the stretched tightness of her sari as she strained to reach his bag. He frowned at himself again, trying to control his thoughts. But it was rather late. Somehow, with her pallu resting on his shoulder and arm, his lund was filling up. Uneasily he shifted in his seat. Then she had got his bag and sat back, handing it to him. He tried to remain still. He got the phone out and looked at it. It was his wife, as expected. He was aware of his companion looking at him expectan...

Hi…Mein hun james . Agar apko meri kahani achchi lage to mail karna mat bhulna…Baat kuch saal pehle ki ha … me mukherjee nagar, delhi me reh rha tha… me pg pe tha aur job kar rha tha. mere samne wale ghar me ladkiyan pg pe rehti thi. Eye contact to hota rehta tha aur muth bhi kai baar mari par baat karne hi himmat ni padti thi. Ladkiyan wahan ias ki coaching ke piye ati thi aur kuch mahine baad ladkiyan badal jati thi. Me city me akela tha aur isliye girlfriend ki khoj me tha. Mene bhi kai ladkiyon se baat karne ki koshish ki. Kai baar thukrae jane ke baad, finally ek ladki pat gayi. Uska naam tha tanushree. Uska rang to sanwla tha par uski figure bhut mast thi. Uski bra ka size 36D tha…aur hips to usse bhi bade. Use pakar mera confidence bhut badh gaya tha. Baat ye thi thi wo mujhe movie hall me uske boobs dabane deti thi. Kai baar to mene tee-shirt ke andar hath dalkar bhi daba diye. Fir ek din usne mujhe uske flat pe ane ke liye kaha. Landlord se nazar bacha ke me ...

Hi. I’m Parul. A strong, financially independent Delhi woman put up in one of the posh colonies of South Delhi. Many Delhites can understand how my life could be. I work at an MNC, even though my husband is filthy rich. My husband is a businessman and earning well. He married me for my beauty, though I hail from an upper middle class family. Yes, you guessed it right. I’m drop dead gorgeous. I’m married for 8 years, have a 3 year old kid yet I can give a run to 20 year old model wannabes. Soft glowing and clear skin, right sized assets and almost ignorable tummy due to my jog run every day. After marriage, as expected there’s pressure from husband’s family to leave my job. But I stood strong. And I know how to get my husband into my line. Whatever said, he also likes me for my strong mind. So, even with his half-hearted support I managed to continue my work and now, I have grown to a nice position as a Product Manager in an MNC. Coming to my sex life, which is the prem...

After my B.E. i started training in various engineering colleges for campus interviews as an aptitude trainer. So in my daily routine i meet many beautiful girls everyday of 3rd and 4th year of engineering. One such girl is Hrithika. I’m quite good as a trainer in delivering the required content for them in the class and make fun of myself to make them laugh. This helped me to create a good rapport with students. So at the ending of training week many students request me for number or mail id. Hrithika was quite a good student in aptitude. She used to sit in 1st bench always with a keen interest to learn new tricks. Many a times i saw her cleavage while teaching. Though it was not intentional tht used to disturb me a lot. After every class she used to come up with new doubts along with her friends which i used to clear. So everything went well n on final day she along with her friends asked my number. I gave them as it was common for me n dint bother to ask her nu...

When I hear both of my parents starting to snore in the room below me, I quietly get out of bed and sneak over to my dresser. I dig past the piles of underwear in the top drawer until I find what I am looking for. I pull out the black silk panty and slide it up my shaved legs, tucking my tiny cock back into the smooth crotch of it. Next, I pull on a black petticoat, a black lacey blouse, and finally I wear a semi-transparent black saree. I look at myself in the mirror through the moonlight. From the shoulders down, I could definitely pass as a young woman. But in reality, I'm a slightly plump, not yet fully developed, twenty four-year old guy with more curves than muscle. My hair and eyes are brown; my cock about 5 ½ inches long and uncut. I climb back into bed and lay down. I let my hands drift across my body, touching my curves and feeling the smooth silk against my skin. My mind starts to wander. I start to think about letting a man take me, letting him use me as...