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I grew up in a very conservative family. My father was the boss in the family business, which was created by his father, which was my grandfather. My mother took care of the house and the children, whatever else she wanted to do the approval had to be given by my parent. A wife was to be her husband's adornment and calling card; I, my sisters and brothers were brought up with this motto. - Cecily? Father is calling you. * I was pulled out of the activity by the voice of one of the brothers, Arthur. - I am on my way. * I nod as I put my knitting aside. I run it over the fabric of my blue dress a few times to smooth it out and present myself impeccably in front of my father. My father was a traditionalist. Together with our mother they took care of our impeccable dress. Especially the girls. Our dresses, because that was all we could wear, usually reached our ankles or mid-calf. Anything shorter was inappropriate. Tights were also compulsory. My family believed that ladies from good ...

 Rachel was your normal suburban housewife with two young children and a husband of ten years. At thirty-eight-years of age she was very much looking after her mind and body by regularly attending pilates lessons, whilst also going out three times a week for a five-mile run. She was a determined woman and mother who prided herself on getting rid of, and keeping off, the excess baby weight. She wasn't an athlete by any means, but she was still fitter than most women ten years her junior. Standing five-seven with shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes, weighing a healthy 128lbs with a size ten waist and 34C bust, Rachel's husband was often the envy of many of his friends. Their stolen glances never went unnoticed by the blonde 'MILF' whenever she was in their presence. The same could be said of the dads on the school run, the strangers she walked past at the local supermarket or in the street, and those she passed and said good morning to on her runs. One particular ru...

Deepa was very tired after being ravaged by Birju. So after Birju left, she quickly fell asleep. Just before dusk, the sound of Tukun's cries woke her up. He is hungry. Deepa took out one of her breasts and started feeding him milk. Her two boobs have become sore as a result of cruel fondling, biting and sucking. After drinking some milk, Tukun calmed down. Now she has to be ready. Tukun's father will return from the office this time. She turned on the light in the room. Then turned on the television. This time she has a favorite serial on TV. A little later Samir returned from the office.   "Honey ..... how's it been all day?"   "Fine darling!" Deepa replied with a smile.   Samir entered the bathroom. After a while he came out fresh and started playing with Tukun. Husband and wife began to have various trivial conversations.   Deepa brought coffee and snacks.   After a while Deepa's phone rang. Deepa took the phone in her hand and saw Raml...

Samir's work from home is over. He is going to the office like before now. The calling bell rang as usual that day. This time the calling bell rang, meaning Birju had arrived. As soon as Deepa opened the door, Birju was seen as expected. Birju asked softly, "Is your hubby still home today?" Deepa smiled. Then she said, "What do you want to hear?" "Tell the truth! Please!" Birju seems to be going after anxiety. "If I say my hubby is not home today? What would you like to do?" Deepa asked in a muffled voice. With lust in his eyes, Birju replied, "In that case I will drink Madam's milk wholeheartedly." "Then come inside." Deepa stepped aside and made way for Birju to enter. Birju happily entered the room. Deepa closed the door. Tukun is already asleep in bed. Today, the road to Birju is favorable. As soon as Deepa closed the door, Birju hugged Deepa tightly. "Oooh ...... what are you doing? Leave ...