Meri umar 28 saal hai. Kuchh Readers ko mere aurat hone par shaq hai. To unka shaq mai dur nahi kar sakti.( actually muze pata hai wo log muze uksakar... meri details pana chahte hai to, bhaiyya sorry. Aur ha mail id muze Raj ne hi nikalkar diya hai. Raj ne hi muzko pehli baar iss ke sight ke bare me bataya. Aur jab maine use jab kaha ki mai story likhna chahti hu to usne meri badi madad ki. Iske sabhi character ke naam badal diye hai.) Kuchh logone kaha hai ki Zarina mai tumhe chodna chahta hu.. But... I have to lower my sights, lower my... how the hell do womentake it?? I'm a good cook! I like cooking! I even like tiding up! Butit's never enough! But I love the bastard!"Randie was feeling the same. Physically she had adapted, inside therewas still too much..."I had to take control of the company! The idiots got no vision! Noscope... Okay! There are personal matters too. I always had a likingfor... strong muscular women. That feeling is still there... only nowit's stronger. And he's. Then my brother comes in n jumpes over her .n as he jumps over her , he excites her saying like “aah , mera muglai masala , aaj murgi to mast banayi thi maa , kha ke hi khada ho gaya , sab nikal ke jaoonga ” , n he licks her ears n neck n she keeps blushing n moaning n doing “aah beta , pyar se , aah ”n he says me “behna zara batti bujha do , maa chudte hue sharam se pighal jaayegi warna ”n they got inside the blanket n lay beside then hearing “aah , ooh” , sound of bangles of my mom n payal of. "I can only speak for myself right now. When I walked into your room and got near you, the reasoning processes in my brain short-circuited, so to speak, and everything else became instinct. My reasoning didn't return until insemination was completed. My hunch is that the episode imprinted itself on a non-reasoning, more primitive part of my brain. That part of my brain equates the survival of the c***d growing inside me with its own survival. Any other possible explanation borders on the.