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Waiting for your daily update bro …
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And end is also going to be....................
जिंदगी की राहों में रंजो गम के मेले हैं.
भीड़ है क़यामत की फिर भी हम अकेले हैं.
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Welcome to the thread ........ neerathemall ..........
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"Okay.. Okay give him what he wants. I won't look."
"I gave him enough already." She said,
"He's a male, he'll never stop asking for it..." I joked.
She mocked an angry face. Then turned the chair away from me and sat down. I switched on the TV and she immediately made a 'ssshhhh!' voice and I turned it off.
Vinnee wasn't satisfied with that solution. He kept troubling his mom. She walked, sat, swung and swayed him with her hands, sang a tune and patted on his hands; but nothing really worked.
Eventually he started crying nonstop.
She looked at me helplessly. I didn't have a clue.
"What now? Shall we ask for a doctor?"
I thought there's some serious problems.
"No. He needs a baby bed. That's it. But I don't know what to do?."
She meant a cradle for the kid.
I suddenly had an idea. It was not my idea anyway. I've seen it in many homes. I took her sari and climbed onto the bed. I was planning to tie it with the ceiling fan and make a temporary baby cradle. But she stopped me saying it's dangerous.
"What if the fan falls down?"
I looked at the fan. It was quite an old one. She had a valid point. The fan would fall down over the child and over us.
There was another hook on the ceiling, left vacant. But it was too high. I was sure I couldn't reach it.
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I put the chair below that and climbed on top of it. It was still out of reach.
Vinnee was still crying and it was irritating a bit. But I managed to control myself.
"Come on, give him something. Please. I need to think."
Her face was apologetic and I felt sad for her. What nonsense. I thought. It was almost 1.30am and we were still restless.
I looked at the ceiling, held her sari and sat down on the chair.
She turned her head to me and tried to smile.
"I'm so sorry Siraj..."
I ignored her apologies. I was still thinking about how to tie the sari through the hook on the ceiling.
"Can you tie this, I mean, if I hold you up there?"
She didn't say anything. She looked up and down a couple of times. And nodded slowly in positive.
Vinnee seemed at ease a few moments later.
She laid him on the bed, very slowly, and then came to me. She didn't speak but her eyes were glued to me.
I handed her one end of the sari and asked her to stand on the chair. She held onto my shoulder for support and rose on to the chair.
"Try not to move much. Otherwise, we'll collapse. I will lift you slowly and once you put it through the hook I will put you down. But you don't try to move. Okay?" I explained.
"Okay." She nodded.
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I bent down a bit and held both her knees tight onto my chest with my hands. Then I lifted her up slowly. Though she felt a bit off balance, she managed to hold her body erect by grabbing my head. I then slowly rose on top of the chair. She didn't weigh heavy but it was a heavy job. Somehow she managed to hook the sari on the ceiling and pulled the other end down.
She said okay. Job was done.
Then I felt a bit naughty. My mouth was on her crotch and her feminine smell was making me nostalgic. Instead of climbing down with her weight, I slowly gilded her downward, feeling my hands along her thighs first, then to her rear bulge. I could feel her softness in my hands, and I could feel her flat abdomen and finally front bulges pressing against my face. I instantly had a hard on. I could feel my tool swelling in the confines of my underwear.
Her body fragrance mesmerized my nose again and as I put her feet back on the chair, we came face to face. Our eyes met.
"You're deliberately doing this, aren't you?" She asked.
She had a naughty smile on her lips.
"Yes, I'm. Do you think I'm a Yogi?" I replied, teasing her.
Her smile grew even wider.
"Okay, I'm on the chair now. You can leave me."
"Yeah sure." I said and climbed down.
"Idiot!" She pushed me away while she got down.
I tied both ends of the sari together and the baby bed was ready. She lays Vinnee inside it and swings it back and forth, slowly. In no time, he fell asleep.
I let out a sigh. And I mocked a silent clap.
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Siraj is slowly turning the heat and bringing the slut out. Her husband did not do anything kinky and make her smile? Is she enjoying the touch already?
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She is also no yogi. She too has feelings. She would have got wet when he hugged.
Would love to read both thoughts and mindset for every touch.
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