I could see more tears running downMom's cheeks to match my own.Each verse finished by singing about how much those days meant to me. Italked about ho...w happy I had been when I'd spent time with my mom like Ihad growing up. I told her how they had been some of the best days of mylife.The song continued in the same manner for a couple of more verses where Italked about a few more of those days, and about how lucky I was to havemy family and a beautiful environment to grow up in.Then the song. * I was going out after work, to meet up with some old friends that are actual great guys,** and we are among the few that keep our friendship** new.**We had survived. Maybe we had some survivors guilt to get over. Or maybe we just needed to occasionally celebrate still having a job during the Great Recession, since we all still worked Manhattan.**We went to an almost trendy little Club in Midtown Manhattan, nice atmosphere when you have some cool people as a base in between dances, since. We started having the ice cream and she was having it with my spoon itself damn that got my sleeping tiger back to form completely he was trying tear thru my jeans it hurts.I did not try to cover it and I was fucking horny I could not control myself but could not do neither either so just sat with my boner making a pretty good tent cause abusing scolding forcing hurting women hell no was not me and for me the people who do are none not worth it.She saw my boner and asked me so you wanted to. There were lovely pictures of nude and semi nude girls. But the pictures of Sarika bhabhi were driving me mad. I masturbated 5 times that night looking at those naked pictures of Sarika bhabhi. While masturbating, my eyes were glued to those naked pictures of my sexy bhabhi. I kept whispering– Sarika Bhabhi you are so sexy–Mein aapko nangi karke chodna chaahta hoon. Us raat muth maarne mein bahut mazza aya. The next evening, bhabhi was dressed in a sexy pink saree and a low cut sleeveless.