” (Not us. Mimi and Arun. They have just married a while ago.)Babu: “Mane?” (Means?)Me: “Arre ek din er jonno. Serious noi.” (Just for a day.... Nothing serious.)Arun: “Tobe akjer jonno Mimi amar bou. Dada to ‘Kanya-Daan’ kore diyechhen.” (But, for today Mimi is my wife. Dada has already done the Kanya-Daan.)Paltu and Babu looked at each other. They were actually not sure whether they should be happy or not. Because had Mimi been my girlfriend, then they knew they would get to have their hands on. Lets not make a habit of opening doors without making sure it is me you are greeting half naked.” When she felt his hands on her breasts, she quickly realized what she was wearing and tried to close her robe. Blushing with embarrassment, Joy lowered her head as heat flooded her cheeks. Joy felt his arm wrap around her body pulling her to him. He raised her chin with his hand and lifted her chin until her eyes looked up in to his. Lowering his mouth slowly to hers, his lips brushed her open. She was wearing a bathrobe, her hair was messed up, and I guessed that she had been recently fucked by one of those big-cocked men.That looked like a good time to approach her, and I said, “Hi, Mom, do you have a few minutes to talk?”She was very relaxed and serene when she replied, “Of course, honey, what’s on your mind?”I sat on her left side on the couch and lied, saying, “Oh, I don’t know, sometimes I think I understand girls, and then realize that I don’t get them at all. I’ve been dating. Tight on their shaft. The lust in their eyes. The animalistic rage. Male controlled by the cock between his legs, wanting only one thing, me. My pussy. My insides. To taste me, to touch me, to be deep inside me, pounding, pushing. My fingers are not controllable now. The thoughts making me wetter by the second. I trace my stomach, watching my fingers lead a trail down to my smooth lips. My finger slips though the first fold, and grazes my button. It sends a shock through my body. My.