“Sir aaj hum aapko apna talent bhi dikhayenge. Kyun Iqbal?” said Shiva.“Haan sir! Hum bhi kuch kam nahi hai.” retorted Iqbal.“Chalo mere she...r! dekhe zara tumhare harami dimaag me kya chal raha. Bade ho rahe bache kyu Mishra ji!”Now both of them put some lube on their cocks. Iqbal got beneath Monica and slid his dick inside her whereas Shiva applied some more lube to her puckered asshole and shoved it inside. They now started DPing her. She was moaning in ecstasy.“aaahahhhh uuummmmmmm char char. As she was studying upstairs, I lied down in her bed for some time. I thought how sad she must have felt when her wedding was called off. In the middle of my thoughts somewhere, I slipped into my sleep.I was awaken by Suvarna Chechi at about 8 PM. She asked me to have dinner. When I rose from the bed, I saw that I had a i and I asked her to go. She smiled and left. I felt awkward, since her smile made me think she’d noticed the boner. After the boner disappeared, I moved to the dinner table. When I got up in the morning I jzt straight away started watching tv.many of the times I saw her doing safai while I was sitting on the sofa.some times I had a good view of her large and tyt boobs.but I don’t have any wrong intentions for her.now I will tell you something about dat girl she had got a prefect figure she was fair and her figure is 36-27-32.another important thing to mention here is that she never called me bhai she always called me with my name.i was strange by that thing.One day. Also with her covering her face completely with her burqa she didn’t have to worry about people recognising her.The first thing I did was get a place to take her. I called one of my friends. His parents were visiting his sister in the states and since he would be working all day I had the place all to myself. I then picked her up from the station and we went to her place in my car. On reaching the place we quickly got in and shut the door as soon as I shut the door she just hugged me from.