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Hi , This Time , I feel this gonna be a 100% real and true incident list I gonna post here , I got too many girls in my lifetime , with some I succeded in getting very intimate relationship with some less intimate but here I will open ip all cases , For fun something I will describe with more spices and more beauty , HOPE ALL GONNA APPRECIATE ME.. --------------------------------------------------- I was her childhood friend , We used to be good friends in school in those days where their was only Emotional attachment and nothing sexual . But our story did not run long ,when I was in Class 1 , My father got a transfer and we moved , I missed her , Sometimes I really missed her too much when I got some maturity , I used to think of her , how she may look now , I had a photo album where was a pic of us together , I used to smile seeing that and wished If one day my dad again get transferred there we will meet again but the thing used to disturb my mind , Did she get a boyfriend ?

I smiled back to him and welcomed him to my room. There was an unknown face with him whom I had not seen before. Master-ji: How are you Madam? Me: Fine. Hope you are keeping fine too. Master-ji: Madam, this age does not allow remaining in good health. Only a day before I had fever, now am fine though. Me: O I see. Master-ji: I hope Guru-ji has briefed you about my coming. Me: Yes Master-ji. But who is he? I pointed out to the boy accompanying Master-ji. Master-ji: Actually I have stopped keeping Ramlal for measurement purpose, but have kept this boy who is learning sewing and stitching and helping me in taking measurements. I was so relieved hearing Ramlal will not be here while Master-ji takes my measurements that I uttered a “Bah!” Master-ji looked inquiring to me and I quickly recovered the situation. Me: I mean this boy can learn quickly from an expert like you. Master-ji nodded while he kept his notebook and pencil on my bed. The boy was standing by the beds

My mind was again and again hovering around Guru-ji’s manhood, as I had never seen such a thing in my life! It was not that I had not seen pron VCDs, which my husband used to bring, but the penises of the actors there were no match to Guru-ji. Even in the desi CD, which I watched in Shilpa’s bedroom, when the camera zoomed on the male actor’s genitals for some seconds, I noticed he possessed a mediocre sized penis like my husband. In its full form, which I saw as he was about to pin Shilpa, his bare lund was so stout, firm, and bursting, and the penis bulb was so broad – I could not obliterate that off my eyes! I was feeling so very hot and uncomfortable, as my panty was soaked with my juices and my globes very taut and firm within my blouse. Noting that both Guru-ji and Shilpa had their eyes closed, though Shilpa was still moaning in her lying position, I quickly once scratched my pussy over my sari though I was simply feeling like fingering it. Then I lowered my sari pallu for a m

Today as Shilpa was sucking the Linga model, that day I also sucked and licked my hubby’s hard cock and his precum did make his lund slippery and the same sound was yielded through my lips, which Shilpa was producing now. Guru-ji was already chanting mantras and now he started to guide the other Linga replica from his head downwards. It appeared as if a magician doing some trick with his magic wand. Guru-ji was stopping at one place on Shilpa’s body and verbalizing mantras and then was proceeding to the next stop. First on her head, then to her neck and now further down brushing all over her back. Shilpa almost jerked as Guru-ji grazed past her full salwar kamiz covered back with that Linga. Then Guru-ji did something, which would appear very offensive to any woman. Guru-ji had positioned himself to Shilpa’s backside now and as he slid the Linga structure to Shilpa’s waist, he pulled up the end of the freely flowing kamiz from Shilpa’s buttocks and exposed her pajama-covered round b