Mere gore-gore bade stann aur meri matakti gaand ke sabhi deewane hai.Mere pati ‘Ghosh Babu’ meri chut ki garmi nahi nikaalte to mujhe doosre mard...o ka sahara lena padta hai. Jo bistar mein mujhe achi tarah pel sake. Ab main shuru karti hu apni agli kahani. Ab main shuru karti hu apni ‘Complaint Karne Jaane Se Leke, Chudai Ki Class Tak’ ka agla part. Is part ka maza lene ke liye pichle parts zaroor padhe.Pichle part mein aapne padha, ki Sanjeev ne mujhe apne Minister Baap ka message diya, jisne. Has it been seven?In sadness and shame, my parents took to their graves after three of those decades had passed. In all that time, my father scarcely spoke with me. His disappointment had stolen his love away. The whispers of his contemporaries about his only child were more than he could bear. I became invisible, a wraith that haunted the shadows of our hilltop world.Soon after Father claimed his peace, my mother followed, consumed by a loss I know only too well. Bryden... Continuing on, no. It's one thing to fantasize, but had no idea what offering myself to her would really lead to. I wasn't ready.The familiar buzz of my vibrator broke the air gently. She traced around the edge of her panties with it, then slid them to one side so she could place it directly on her pretty puss. Her mouth hung open and eyes fell shut as she sat there, enjoying the contact."Ohhh, ohhh..." she said softly. "You like how that makes mommy feel...?" Oh my GODDD she was fantasizing about me! She worked. She moved one hand slowly down Angel's smooth, flat waist until it found the waste band of the girl's skirt. Drawing on her expertise as an aggressive lesbian, the skirt was off in a matter of seconds. Betty turned her head slightly as she worked over the girl's breasts so she get a better look. What she saw almost made the old lesbian's heart skip a beat. Angel was wearing an incredibly hot little g-string that was a very bright electric blue. The contrast of the color against Angel's light.