Ab rakesh musti me pagal ho gaya aur usne mummy ke chere ko haatho me pakada aur fir apni gaand utha utha karke mummy ke muh ko chut ki tarah chodne l...aga kuch derv o ase hi mummy ke muh me lund pelta raha fir mummy khadi ho gayi to rakesh ka lund unke muh se bahar aya vo thuk me pura chamak raha tha. Mummy sofe par chad kar kutiya ki tarah position bana kar apne chutado ko hilane lagi to Rakesh khada hua aur fir vo mummy ke piche aaya aur mummy ke chutado par 2 thappad mare jisse chutad aur jor. What had seemed a lifetime of magisterial tyranny and parental disapprobation was blown away in a moment of pure ecstasy.We sat back. We were happy.It was only later that night when the guilt set in. Deep, long-lasting. For four days, I did not dare talk to him. For three nights, I tossed and turned. My sleeping dreams resounded with the barks of masters, parents, judges, magistrates, reproaching, shaming, condemning. Then I'd wake to waves of relief knowing it was a dream. I hadn't done. "Iguarantee you that if you don't take every last drop, you're gonna be mytoilet for the next month, that's a promise."She lets her bladder go, slowly at first and as the warm salty fluid fillshis mouth he realises how difficult it's going to be to swallow lying on hisback. As the fluid reaches his lips, all he can do is swallow in big gulps.The warmth hits his stomache and he fights the urge to wretch.He manages to take it all and when finished she says "What a good girl!" Sheshifts herself. All men wanted to sleep with her.Daya was in a green Gujarati saree worn in a sexy way. Her blouse was backless and only had a few strings to hold it. She, too, was looking hot in her tight blouse and saree.So Jethalal didn’t miss any chance to flirt or even sleep with Babita. But as usual, I was stopped by Iyer every time. He wasn’t interested in fucking Daya on the trip. So his only motive was to get that Bengali bombshell in his bed. But all his plans were flopping.So one night, he called.