My moms sister she is around 35 years and black color with around 45,40,45 sizes . I know she doesn’t accept my request because she is pure village ...woman and one more thing is iam very fear about it. When iam going to her home I collected 3 sleeping pills and mixed it in thumsup and given to her while on bed. Then all are sleeping slowly went to her bed and very strongly hugged her because her boobs are very large because they don’t know about bra.Then I removed her jacket. I played a lot of. We both knew where we stood. Our marriage had been completely different in the beginning. We were so much in love, we had so much fun. It was perfect. I still got warm feelings when I remembered that time.“You know, it’s not really important who the baby’s biological father is...”“So you were serious about that?”“Oh, yeah. What do you think? That I’m just bluffing?” Her tone was harder again. This moment of empathy was just the eye of the hurricane.“No, you’re probably not.”“No, surely not. And. Sellers."Anna Belle looked over at him and smiled. "Well, at least you've got good taste in fantasy partners. And as long as we're bearing our souls, I've had a couple of fantasies about Ms. Sellers myself. I think she's hot!" Huh? You?" Sure, why not? You think that means I'm from Lesbos? Because if you do, here's a little news flash for you: Most of the population is not a hundred percent hetero. You do understand that, don't you?" Uh, sure. Well, I guess I haven't given it much thought.". Ab rat ke 11 baj rhethe thodi der bad mousi mare lund ko sehlate hi lund khada ho gaya to main e mousi se kaha muze tumari gand marni hai to mousi boli nahi chut Kitni bhi mar par gand nahi to maine kaha to muze tume nahi chondna mai jane laga to mousi boli thik hai par sirf aaj ke liye dubara nahi maine kaha aaj rat ke liye wo thik hai boli maine mousji ko ulta litaya or lund ka supada uske gand par rakh ke Dhaka cene laga under nahi ja rahatha mousi boli ki wahase tel le or lund pay laga to.