Any suggestions and comments can be mailed to me Coming to the story I am from Visakhapatnam,Andhra Pradesh.The heroine of the story sweta (38-30-36) ...age 36 was the mother of my best friend.I used to visit her house daily and I used to have formal conversations with her whenever possible and while talking with her my eyes are busy having a feast of her sexy ass and milky boobs through her saree.One day I went to my friends home as usual but the thing I experienced that day was unusual.My friend. Martha was curled up on the couch, sobbing. Miss Sylvia went to her and folded the girl into her arms. Martha clung to her grandmother. She started the conversation. "Martha, why don't you want your father to marry Cindy?" Because Dad is the only person I have left. Mom is gone and now he is leaving me for Cindy, and she isn't old enough to be my mother. Besides, Mom just died. Felicity told me that the reason Cindy never married is because she loves Dad and was just waiting for Mom to die.". . Bobby." She pulled up her legs close to her body, wrapping her hands around her shins as she rested her chin on her knees. "He's just ... oh, Mom, how could you?" Oh, how could I not?" Judy replied happily. "He's just incredible in bed ... you'll see, Sarah. Trust me. I know you two have had your silly little issues, but when you find out for yourself what he can do with that amazing thing between his legs ... and that marvelous mouth of his... mmmm. Heavenly. " She looked up at the arched. Chavs are a subculture throughout the UK, characterized by modified cars, bad music and casual alcoholism.The part I'm most interested in is the boys; who always wear tracksuit bottoms and tops, trainers, vests, thin plastic coats, variations of the above and more. As well as acting "well hard, pal", some of the sexiest boys I've ever seen were chavs. And, some of them were pretty small and innocent, which just makes them ripe for the juicy picking.Less talk, more story.This is the story of.