“Hell, no! Even if you were kosher, it would be a nice culinary adventure, wouldn’t it? I bet, and I hope that I’m not stereotyping too much, th...at you’re a terrific cook, too,” David blushed as he realized that he might indeed have fallen for the stereotype that chubby girls knew how to cook, and he might have put his foot in his mouth.Seeing the look on David’s face, Sasha put his face in her hands and told him, “I got no complaints so far, no, I’m not kosher, but I’m a pretty fine cook, if. As he rose from his seat to go to the restroom, my eyes followed his ascent as if he were moving in slow motion. I followed him from his smooth chocolate baldhead glistening in the ambient light of the restaurant, to his eyes, which were the color of midnight and promised ecstasy. My eye perused his clit-colored lips that were begging to be kissed. He had on rust orange silk shirt, through which his nipples emerged. The shirt highlighted the outline of his taught biceps and abs. I took in the. Wrapped in sarees, their chubby muffin tops revealing at the gap between their petticoat and blouse was what turned me on the most. I used to sit and wonder what their sex lives must be. By now, most of them had kids in high school. They must have husbands who are starting to lose interest in sex with them and every once in a while, have sex till they come and never pay attention to their wives. Thinking about all this turned me on even more, but I could never do anything about it.There was no. Phufa ji ne kafi manane ki koshish ki par wo nahi mani aur sone ka natak karne lagi mei bhi unke pas hi alag bistar par soti thi so mujhe sab kuch saaf dikhai de raha tha aur mera pehli baar aisa anubhaw tha to mujhe kafi maza aa raha tha light off yhi phir bhi kamre mei halki roshni tg kuch dikh raha tha to jab bua ji nahi mani ab phufa jii unhe pyaar kerne lage umke hothon ko kiss karne lage aur wo apne aapko churane koshish karneLagi phir phoofa ji unke upar baith gaye aur unke lips ko jor.