18-11-2022, 03:12 PM
Purva meets more people now [Part 2]
After delivering milk and completing her second job as the temporary kaamwali for Nasira bhabhi, Purva went to dadi maa's house. She loved spending some time at her place every morning after delivering milk to the households. The first time when Purva appeared in her transparent burkha at the milk booth and when she was slapped roughly by Sultana, dadi maa had come to her rescue. Of course when it happened again and again, dadi maa too had given up on Purva. Now after all of that matter was settled by the panchayat, dadi maa did not really mind Purva's presence as she too spoke jovially with Purva.
During that time, Purva would usually sit on the ground and gossip with dadi maa, as she prepared tea for both of them. They would then have tea together as dadi maa sat on the sofa and Purva would sit on the floor beside her near her feet and talk about random things. Initially, Purva was slightly disappointed that dadi maa asked her to sit on the floor, on her first day as the doodhwali. But then, on second thoughts, why would dadi maa treat her differently at all? She was indeed a shameless whore and for the slum women including dadi maa, she was a neech, who loved to show off her nude self to one and all. While she did mind being called neecha, it did not really mess with her. She of course accepted it in her stride as the slum women seemed to be pacified with her being a doodhwali and wearing just enough clothes to cover her privates.
As she sipped on her tea, Purva said "Arre dadi maa, yahan pe bohot dhool hai...kya tumhari kaamwali yeh sab saaf nhi karti?", pointing to the area on the floor beneath the sofa where dadi maa was sitting.
"Arre neecha, meri kaamwali bohot aalsi hai yaar...yeh sab toh uski bass ki nhi hai", said dadi maa, not caring as much about dust so inconspicuous.
"Arre dadi maa, ruko main saaf kar deti hu fat se". Saying that, Purva got up and took dadi maa's finished glass of tea and proceeded to the sink to wash it. After washing the glasses, she took the broom and proceeded to clean the dust below the sofa. Dadi maa sat there on the sofa happily, impressed at Purva's thoughtfulness of helping the old woman.
"Aap usko bolte kyun nhi ho? ki yeh sab saaf karo? hmm dadi maa?", Purva said, as she herself lifted Dadi maa's legs to clean the floor.
"Arre main toh rehne deti hu neecha...itna bhi dhyaan dene ka mann nhi karta hai, haha", she said with a slight giggle.
"Chalo, koi nhi...aise chhote mote kaam main hi kar leti hu aap k liye roz", said Purva smiling at dadi maa, as she proceeded to leave the broom in the kitchen after cleaning.
"Chalo dadi maa, main chalti hu...kal milti hu", said Purva as she obediently bent down on her knees to touch dadi maa's feet.
"Chal neecha, abhi kya scene hai? Mushtaq ji ko apna pyaar degi?", asked dadi maa.
Purva blushed shyly at dadi maa's words. She indeed loved how jovially dadi maa was with her when she commented on her sex life.
"Arre dadi maa, ab itna sab karne ke baad patiji ka pyaar toh chahiye hota hai na", she said making a cute playful pout at dadi maa.
"Haha, sahi hai...abhi toh tere chudne ka umar hai...mazee de apni pati ko...bye neecha", said dadi maa smiling at her.
"Hehe, bye dadi maa..."
Purva then hopped on to her cycle and made her way back to her home. She of course badly wanted to have fun with her hubby, but after yesterday's awkward incident with the sarpanch, she considered the possibility of having to meet the sarpanch again at their place. They were indeed going to meet Purva's dance master and their troop for her upcoming raand naach.
As she deposited her cycle back at the milkbooth, Purva shyly winked at Kabul. He was apparently busy with something with few more guys, so she let him be. Of course all the men shameless gawked at her near naked and silly outfit and passed a few comments, that Purva deeply enjoyed. Of course, she loved being called out names and being lusted at in public.
With a wet vagina and an almost naked attire, Purva walked her way back to her home.
After delivering milk and completing her second job as the temporary kaamwali for Nasira bhabhi, Purva went to dadi maa's house. She loved spending some time at her place every morning after delivering milk to the households. The first time when Purva appeared in her transparent burkha at the milk booth and when she was slapped roughly by Sultana, dadi maa had come to her rescue. Of course when it happened again and again, dadi maa too had given up on Purva. Now after all of that matter was settled by the panchayat, dadi maa did not really mind Purva's presence as she too spoke jovially with Purva.
During that time, Purva would usually sit on the ground and gossip with dadi maa, as she prepared tea for both of them. They would then have tea together as dadi maa sat on the sofa and Purva would sit on the floor beside her near her feet and talk about random things. Initially, Purva was slightly disappointed that dadi maa asked her to sit on the floor, on her first day as the doodhwali. But then, on second thoughts, why would dadi maa treat her differently at all? She was indeed a shameless whore and for the slum women including dadi maa, she was a neech, who loved to show off her nude self to one and all. While she did mind being called neecha, it did not really mess with her. She of course accepted it in her stride as the slum women seemed to be pacified with her being a doodhwali and wearing just enough clothes to cover her privates.
As she sipped on her tea, Purva said "Arre dadi maa, yahan pe bohot dhool hai...kya tumhari kaamwali yeh sab saaf nhi karti?", pointing to the area on the floor beneath the sofa where dadi maa was sitting.
"Arre neecha, meri kaamwali bohot aalsi hai yaar...yeh sab toh uski bass ki nhi hai", said dadi maa, not caring as much about dust so inconspicuous.
"Arre dadi maa, ruko main saaf kar deti hu fat se". Saying that, Purva got up and took dadi maa's finished glass of tea and proceeded to the sink to wash it. After washing the glasses, she took the broom and proceeded to clean the dust below the sofa. Dadi maa sat there on the sofa happily, impressed at Purva's thoughtfulness of helping the old woman.
"Aap usko bolte kyun nhi ho? ki yeh sab saaf karo? hmm dadi maa?", Purva said, as she herself lifted Dadi maa's legs to clean the floor.
"Arre main toh rehne deti hu neecha...itna bhi dhyaan dene ka mann nhi karta hai, haha", she said with a slight giggle.
"Chalo, koi nhi...aise chhote mote kaam main hi kar leti hu aap k liye roz", said Purva smiling at dadi maa, as she proceeded to leave the broom in the kitchen after cleaning.
"Chalo dadi maa, main chalti hu...kal milti hu", said Purva as she obediently bent down on her knees to touch dadi maa's feet.
"Chal neecha, abhi kya scene hai? Mushtaq ji ko apna pyaar degi?", asked dadi maa.
Purva blushed shyly at dadi maa's words. She indeed loved how jovially dadi maa was with her when she commented on her sex life.
"Arre dadi maa, ab itna sab karne ke baad patiji ka pyaar toh chahiye hota hai na", she said making a cute playful pout at dadi maa.
"Haha, sahi hai...abhi toh tere chudne ka umar hai...mazee de apni pati ko...bye neecha", said dadi maa smiling at her.
"Hehe, bye dadi maa..."
Purva then hopped on to her cycle and made her way back to her home. She of course badly wanted to have fun with her hubby, but after yesterday's awkward incident with the sarpanch, she considered the possibility of having to meet the sarpanch again at their place. They were indeed going to meet Purva's dance master and their troop for her upcoming raand naach.
As she deposited her cycle back at the milkbooth, Purva shyly winked at Kabul. He was apparently busy with something with few more guys, so she let him be. Of course all the men shameless gawked at her near naked and silly outfit and passed a few comments, that Purva deeply enjoyed. Of course, she loved being called out names and being lusted at in public.
With a wet vagina and an almost naked attire, Purva walked her way back to her home.
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