13-02-2019, 01:14 PM
Sunita Bhabie: Yes!
Ritesh: Wow! What a sight! I can’t wait to fuck you Bhabie!
Bhabie looked down at the floor and her face reddened like a tomato. Was there any shame still left in her? I was rather astonished.
Rickshaw-puller: Can I do the dressing first Sahib!
Ritesh: I want to dress her choot yaar! Huh! Anyway, do it fast.
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, I will first dress your toe, but… err… the problem is it would not be advisable for you to sit on the floor with your cut on your gaand.
Sunita Bhabie: Then? But if I do not sit, how would you dress my toe?
Rickshaw-puller: Yes Madam, that’s what I am thinking.
Ritesh: Abe motherchod! Allow her to sit on my lap.
Rickshaw-puller: Yes, yes. That way Madam, your gaand would remain safe from this dirt!
Bhabie was smiling probably anticipating the fun she would get by sitting on the lap of a man who was not wearing a thread! Ritesh sat on the floor and Bhabie stepped forward slowly towards him. She was looking like a sex goddess - fully nude - her bra-less free big, round milk-pots jiggling as she walked, her pussy inviting Ritesh perfectly, and her heavy butts swaying with each step. She stooped down a bit before sitting on his lap and her boobs looked so very sexy hanging freely in the air.
Ritesh: Aao… aao meri jaan! My darling!
Bhabie exhaled out a lovingly screech when she felt Ritesh’s stiff poking lund on her hips as she put her full body weight on his lap.
Ritesh: Oooooooooo Laaaaaaa laaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Uiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! What soft buttocks you have Bhabie! So smooth and round yet so tight yaar!
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, I will use these leaf extracts for your dressing, but simultaneously I will need two things from you also.
Sunita Bhabie: Aaaahh! Press them more…. Aaahhh… yes, what do you wa…. want from me?
Rickshaw-puller: First I need your saliva Madam.
Sunita Bhabie: O… okay…. Uff! Ritesh… you are hurting me. Don’t pinch like that! Ye… yes, how will I give the saliva?
Concurrently two developments were taking place – Bhabie was made horny by Ritesh by his erotic moves while that low class man was making his moves for the dressing of the wound.
Rickshaw-puller: You don’t have to give it Madam. You can relax in Sahib’s lap. This time I will take your saliva.
The man started crushing the leaves that he had collected early and some transparent fluid was coming out of the leaf stalk, which he rubbed on his finger and then chafed it on his lips! I was rather surprised to see that though Bhabie appeared nonchalant, as she was very boldly busy with Ritesh enjoying the togetherness thoroughly, as his hands caressed and pressed her on her absolutely intimate body parts. Ritesh made Bhabie to split her legs wide and inserted his finger in his cunt again and this time, he took out the finger and smelt it!
Ritesh: O Bhabie, you smell great there! What a choot you have!
Sunita Bhabie: You dirty rot! Stop smelling that!
Ritesh: Aaaaaahhhhhh! I have fucked so many girls in my life, but your choot smells exceptional Bhabie!
Saying that he again inserted his tongue into Bhabie’s choot and started to move his finger in a circular fashion making Bhabie go wild.
Sunita Bhabie: Ouch! S-t-o-p…
Ritesh: What a deep choot yaar! How many times did Manohar uncle fuck you… Sali randi?
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib… Sahib… I mean… err… if you please allow Madam to sit still for a moment would be helpful.
Ritesh: Uhhhhhhh! What fun yaar! Bhabie I will carry you in my lap my whole life! Oiiiii maaaaaaaa…
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib…
Ritesh: Oh! Sala harami, wait for a while naa…
Sunita Bhabie: Ritesh… stop now. Listen to him.
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, yes… okay. Now I can take the saliva from Madam’s mouth. Madam just part your lips a little.
Ritesh: Sure, sure! I will hold her still… Ha ha ha…
Saying that he cupped Bhabie’s big coconuts with both palms and tried to grab them fully in both hands, but Bhabie’s boobs were rather big-sized and oozed out though his palms.
My goodness! A rickshaw-puller would kiss Manohar Uncle’s wife. Incredible! Though Bhabie seemed to be willing at the beginning to donate saliva, but now as she realized that low class man would actually kiss her to take the saliva, she got scared probably.
Sunita Bhabie: But, but… what are you up to? How will you take this? By kissing?
Ritesh: Naturally Bhabie, how can he collect otherwise? Cooperate with him.
Sunita Bhabie: Arre… stop! What the… I cannot allow any Tom, Dick, Harry to kiss me… Am I a…
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, please help me.
Ritesh: Bhabie, don’t be silly! I have kissed you at least 50 times today, what’s the harm if he touches your lips once!
Sunita Bhabie: Meaning?
Ritesh: Oho Bhabie! Take it easy… He has seen every inch of your body and he wants to help you only by preparing the dressing… isn’t it?
Bhabie seemed to be at last consoled by this logic. She reluctantly waited to be kissed by this roadside man! Ritesh got hold of Sunita Bhabie’s head and the rickshaw-puller held Bhabie by her shoulders and touched her lips. Of course, the initial reaction was utterly repulsive from Bhabie seeing those dirty blackish lips getting closer to her mouth, but as he slowly tasted his lips, she was somewhat calmed down. The rickshaw-puller now started sucking her lower lips. The man took support by placing his hands on the floor and the scene was so very pornographic - two naked males and one naked elderly woman – the woman sitting on the lap of one and the other sucking away her lips.
Ritesh was holding her head tightly so that her repulsion was not very evident though Bhabie was still throwing her legs in the air. That low class man was probably having the kiss of his life and he went on and on sucking her thick rosy lips. At last he released his lips off Bhabie’s and they were looking in each other’s eyes for a moment! Bhabie took a very long and deep breath after the kiss and she apparently looked not very dissatisfied.
The rickshaw-puller spewed out the saliva he had collected in his mouth on the leaf extract and started mixing it with some more torn leaves.
Ritesh: So? Complete! You were so scared as if he would eat you up!
I found Bhabie literally was gasping after the kiss episode was complete. Her face was all red and she was still recovering from this kiss of this roadside man.
Ritesh: How different was it Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: Different? Err… from what?
Ritesh: From my kisses or for that matter your Manohar Uncle’s kisses?
Sunita Bhabie: Hmm… It was different!
Ritesh: How much? Tell ma naa…
Sunita Bhabie: How to explain that… I don’t know… everyone kisses in a different way!
Ritesh waited for Bhabie to elucidate while the rickshaw-puller was busy preparing a paste like thing with the leaves.
Sunita Bhabie: Like… how could I spell out… it’s such a personal feeling… Your uncle is always interested to put his tongue inside my mouth and explore my mouth area, but not to suck my lower lips… you are more into sucking my lower lips and I indeed like that… this man was again different… he touched my lower lips, but very gently, and he was holding back his breath while his mouth was on mine…
Ritesh: O Bhabie… you explain in such a nice way! You ought to be a teacher… a sex teacher… ha ha ha….
Bhabie was also giggling.
Rickshaw-puller: Thanks Madam. Now I need the second thing to complete this.
Sunita Bhabie: What else?
Rickshaw-puller: I need some milk…
Sunita Bhabie: What milk?
Ritesh: Obviously your milk Bhabie!
Sunita Bhabie: Meaning? I really don’t get this.
Rickshaw-puller: Actually Madam… err… to finalize this healing paste I need your breast milk.
Sunita Bhabie: W-h-a-t? What bullshit is this?
Bhabie simply yelled at this request. Naturally. How can a 40-year-old woman produce breast milk without a pregnancy/child birth! Her voice reflected a mixture of anger, shame, and bewilderment.
Ritesh: Why are you getting angry on that poor chap Bhabie? This must be the composition of that antidote!
Rickshaw-puller: Yes Sahib. I am not telling a lie. You can confirm from our village doctor.
Ritesh: No, no, I believe in you!
Sunita Bhabie: But Ritesh… it’s impossible!
Ritesh: What is impossible? I mean which part?
Sunita Bhabie: What rubbish are you talking about? You know my age. Do I look like a young mother that I shall have milk in my…
Ritesh: But Bhabie, your tits do look like… see how tight they are…. Ha ha ha… Okay, jokes apart… you mean to say you don’t produce milk any more?
Sunita Bhabie: Obviously! Come on Ritesh! I am 40 now! I did my last breast-feeding probably… probably 16-17 years ago!
Ritesh: Hmm but…
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, if you allow me to say something. I know as much I have heard from our village doctor.
Bhabie was still sitting on Ritesh’s lap, completely naked. The rickshaw-puller was sitting just in front of her and Bhabie’s choot and doodh were fully visible to him all the time. He must have been relishing this lifetime view award to the fullest.
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, what Madam says is true. She is an elderly woman and had her child many years ago and obviously her breasts are not used to breast-feeding last many years. But Sahib, according to our village doctor, even if Madam is not actively breast-feeding a child, she can have milk in her breasts.
Ritesh and Sunita Bhabie (simultaneously): How?
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, its expected that Madam’s child is grownup now and do not sleep on the same bed and if Madam is staying with her husband, they must be meeting on bed.
Ritesh: Okay, carry on.
Rickshaw-puller: Our village doctor says that even when an elderly couple meet on bed they caress each other, even if they do not… err… I mean fuck. So I hope Madam your husband also…
Sunita Bhabie: Ye… yes, though rather irregular.
Rickshaw-puller: May it be on an irregular basis, but your husband must be… I mean play with your…
Bhabie’s cheeks were glowing like never before and eyes dipping down to answer this obscene question.
Ritesh: Bhabie? Yes or No?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, but… but so what?
Rickshaw-puller: Then the problem is solved Madam! If your reply is ‘yes’, then your breasts will surely produce milk if you are rightly stimulated I tell you!
Sunita Bhabie looked dumb and continued to look with disbelief and skeptically at that man.
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, juts tell me one thing – do you get a good sucking on your breasts when you meet with your husband on bed?
Sunita Bhabie: What sort of… I mean… no… err… at times…
Ritesh: Bhabie, tell properly. Be open! Tell him clearly…. But… but one thing Bhabie, the way your nipples are getting swollen by my touch, Uncle must be sucking them regularly … ha ha ha…
Sunita Bhabie: Actually… err… I mean not always.
Ritesh: You mean to say on some days Uncle opens your blouse and sucks your tits, but on other days he just lifts your sari and fucks you?
Sunita Bhabie: Uff Ritesh, you are incorrigible! You should know that I do not wear a sari on bed of course especially when…
Ritesh: Oho! Got it… got it! You must be wearing a nighty! But… I mean back to the core question of him: Do you get a regular sucking there?
Sunita Bhabie: No, I mean he does… err… press and squeeze them, but not always does he suck them.
Ritesh: Okay… so did you get what you wanted to know?
Rickshaw-puller: Certainly Sahib, but since Madam is saying her husband do not suck them always when she meets her, I might have a trying time getting out the milk.
Sunita Bhabie: Do you mean to say women of my age who gets a regular sucking on their breasts will have milk?
Rickshaw-puller: I do not know Madam, but I have seen our village doctor getting milk from breasts elderly women who were bitten by crabs at sea. Even he squeezed out milk of a woman who had a son of 20 years!
Sunita Bhabie was stunned to hear that and looked utterly confused.
Ritesh: Okay Bhabie, lets not believe in his words. He needs that milk to complete the cure for you and lets see if he can do that.
Rickshaw-puller: Sure Sahib!
Ritesh: And what do you want to do for that?
Rickshaw-puller: One second Sahib…
Saying that he separated 3-4 big leaves, which were definitely of different variety from what he collected from outside and had used in the paste he had prepared. Then stretched out his lungi on the floor. His monstrous cock was hanging in the air and moving to and fro attracting Bhabie’s attention and of course mine too.
Ritesh: One sec… let me wipe this off with it.
Bhabie had stood up from Ritesh’s lap and she was slightly limping as the wound was on her toe. Her gorgeous round ass showed a red bruise, which that rickshaw-puller was licking moments ago. Ritesh now took the lungi and quickly wiped off the drops of precum that accumulated at his penis head. Bhabie stood naked as shameless as ever and watched that.
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, can you check and tell if your nipples have become soft or not?
Sunita Bhabie: What? I mean why?
Ritesh: Wow! What a sight! I can’t wait to fuck you Bhabie!
Bhabie looked down at the floor and her face reddened like a tomato. Was there any shame still left in her? I was rather astonished.
Rickshaw-puller: Can I do the dressing first Sahib!
Ritesh: I want to dress her choot yaar! Huh! Anyway, do it fast.
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, I will first dress your toe, but… err… the problem is it would not be advisable for you to sit on the floor with your cut on your gaand.
Sunita Bhabie: Then? But if I do not sit, how would you dress my toe?
Rickshaw-puller: Yes Madam, that’s what I am thinking.
Ritesh: Abe motherchod! Allow her to sit on my lap.
Rickshaw-puller: Yes, yes. That way Madam, your gaand would remain safe from this dirt!
Bhabie was smiling probably anticipating the fun she would get by sitting on the lap of a man who was not wearing a thread! Ritesh sat on the floor and Bhabie stepped forward slowly towards him. She was looking like a sex goddess - fully nude - her bra-less free big, round milk-pots jiggling as she walked, her pussy inviting Ritesh perfectly, and her heavy butts swaying with each step. She stooped down a bit before sitting on his lap and her boobs looked so very sexy hanging freely in the air.
Ritesh: Aao… aao meri jaan! My darling!
Bhabie exhaled out a lovingly screech when she felt Ritesh’s stiff poking lund on her hips as she put her full body weight on his lap.
Ritesh: Oooooooooo Laaaaaaa laaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Uiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! What soft buttocks you have Bhabie! So smooth and round yet so tight yaar!
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, I will use these leaf extracts for your dressing, but simultaneously I will need two things from you also.
Sunita Bhabie: Aaaahh! Press them more…. Aaahhh… yes, what do you wa…. want from me?
Rickshaw-puller: First I need your saliva Madam.
Sunita Bhabie: O… okay…. Uff! Ritesh… you are hurting me. Don’t pinch like that! Ye… yes, how will I give the saliva?
Concurrently two developments were taking place – Bhabie was made horny by Ritesh by his erotic moves while that low class man was making his moves for the dressing of the wound.
Rickshaw-puller: You don’t have to give it Madam. You can relax in Sahib’s lap. This time I will take your saliva.
The man started crushing the leaves that he had collected early and some transparent fluid was coming out of the leaf stalk, which he rubbed on his finger and then chafed it on his lips! I was rather surprised to see that though Bhabie appeared nonchalant, as she was very boldly busy with Ritesh enjoying the togetherness thoroughly, as his hands caressed and pressed her on her absolutely intimate body parts. Ritesh made Bhabie to split her legs wide and inserted his finger in his cunt again and this time, he took out the finger and smelt it!
Ritesh: O Bhabie, you smell great there! What a choot you have!
Sunita Bhabie: You dirty rot! Stop smelling that!
Ritesh: Aaaaaahhhhhh! I have fucked so many girls in my life, but your choot smells exceptional Bhabie!
Saying that he again inserted his tongue into Bhabie’s choot and started to move his finger in a circular fashion making Bhabie go wild.
Sunita Bhabie: Ouch! S-t-o-p…
Ritesh: What a deep choot yaar! How many times did Manohar uncle fuck you… Sali randi?
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib… Sahib… I mean… err… if you please allow Madam to sit still for a moment would be helpful.
Ritesh: Uhhhhhhh! What fun yaar! Bhabie I will carry you in my lap my whole life! Oiiiii maaaaaaaa…
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib…
Ritesh: Oh! Sala harami, wait for a while naa…
Sunita Bhabie: Ritesh… stop now. Listen to him.
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, yes… okay. Now I can take the saliva from Madam’s mouth. Madam just part your lips a little.
Ritesh: Sure, sure! I will hold her still… Ha ha ha…
Saying that he cupped Bhabie’s big coconuts with both palms and tried to grab them fully in both hands, but Bhabie’s boobs were rather big-sized and oozed out though his palms.
My goodness! A rickshaw-puller would kiss Manohar Uncle’s wife. Incredible! Though Bhabie seemed to be willing at the beginning to donate saliva, but now as she realized that low class man would actually kiss her to take the saliva, she got scared probably.
Sunita Bhabie: But, but… what are you up to? How will you take this? By kissing?
Ritesh: Naturally Bhabie, how can he collect otherwise? Cooperate with him.
Sunita Bhabie: Arre… stop! What the… I cannot allow any Tom, Dick, Harry to kiss me… Am I a…
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, please help me.
Ritesh: Bhabie, don’t be silly! I have kissed you at least 50 times today, what’s the harm if he touches your lips once!
Sunita Bhabie: Meaning?
Ritesh: Oho Bhabie! Take it easy… He has seen every inch of your body and he wants to help you only by preparing the dressing… isn’t it?
Bhabie seemed to be at last consoled by this logic. She reluctantly waited to be kissed by this roadside man! Ritesh got hold of Sunita Bhabie’s head and the rickshaw-puller held Bhabie by her shoulders and touched her lips. Of course, the initial reaction was utterly repulsive from Bhabie seeing those dirty blackish lips getting closer to her mouth, but as he slowly tasted his lips, she was somewhat calmed down. The rickshaw-puller now started sucking her lower lips. The man took support by placing his hands on the floor and the scene was so very pornographic - two naked males and one naked elderly woman – the woman sitting on the lap of one and the other sucking away her lips.
Ritesh was holding her head tightly so that her repulsion was not very evident though Bhabie was still throwing her legs in the air. That low class man was probably having the kiss of his life and he went on and on sucking her thick rosy lips. At last he released his lips off Bhabie’s and they were looking in each other’s eyes for a moment! Bhabie took a very long and deep breath after the kiss and she apparently looked not very dissatisfied.
The rickshaw-puller spewed out the saliva he had collected in his mouth on the leaf extract and started mixing it with some more torn leaves.
Ritesh: So? Complete! You were so scared as if he would eat you up!
I found Bhabie literally was gasping after the kiss episode was complete. Her face was all red and she was still recovering from this kiss of this roadside man.
Ritesh: How different was it Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: Different? Err… from what?
Ritesh: From my kisses or for that matter your Manohar Uncle’s kisses?
Sunita Bhabie: Hmm… It was different!
Ritesh: How much? Tell ma naa…
Sunita Bhabie: How to explain that… I don’t know… everyone kisses in a different way!
Ritesh waited for Bhabie to elucidate while the rickshaw-puller was busy preparing a paste like thing with the leaves.
Sunita Bhabie: Like… how could I spell out… it’s such a personal feeling… Your uncle is always interested to put his tongue inside my mouth and explore my mouth area, but not to suck my lower lips… you are more into sucking my lower lips and I indeed like that… this man was again different… he touched my lower lips, but very gently, and he was holding back his breath while his mouth was on mine…
Ritesh: O Bhabie… you explain in such a nice way! You ought to be a teacher… a sex teacher… ha ha ha….
Bhabie was also giggling.
Rickshaw-puller: Thanks Madam. Now I need the second thing to complete this.
Sunita Bhabie: What else?
Rickshaw-puller: I need some milk…
Sunita Bhabie: What milk?
Ritesh: Obviously your milk Bhabie!
Sunita Bhabie: Meaning? I really don’t get this.
Rickshaw-puller: Actually Madam… err… to finalize this healing paste I need your breast milk.
Sunita Bhabie: W-h-a-t? What bullshit is this?
Bhabie simply yelled at this request. Naturally. How can a 40-year-old woman produce breast milk without a pregnancy/child birth! Her voice reflected a mixture of anger, shame, and bewilderment.
Ritesh: Why are you getting angry on that poor chap Bhabie? This must be the composition of that antidote!
Rickshaw-puller: Yes Sahib. I am not telling a lie. You can confirm from our village doctor.
Ritesh: No, no, I believe in you!
Sunita Bhabie: But Ritesh… it’s impossible!
Ritesh: What is impossible? I mean which part?
Sunita Bhabie: What rubbish are you talking about? You know my age. Do I look like a young mother that I shall have milk in my…
Ritesh: But Bhabie, your tits do look like… see how tight they are…. Ha ha ha… Okay, jokes apart… you mean to say you don’t produce milk any more?
Sunita Bhabie: Obviously! Come on Ritesh! I am 40 now! I did my last breast-feeding probably… probably 16-17 years ago!
Ritesh: Hmm but…
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, if you allow me to say something. I know as much I have heard from our village doctor.
Bhabie was still sitting on Ritesh’s lap, completely naked. The rickshaw-puller was sitting just in front of her and Bhabie’s choot and doodh were fully visible to him all the time. He must have been relishing this lifetime view award to the fullest.
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, what Madam says is true. She is an elderly woman and had her child many years ago and obviously her breasts are not used to breast-feeding last many years. But Sahib, according to our village doctor, even if Madam is not actively breast-feeding a child, she can have milk in her breasts.
Ritesh and Sunita Bhabie (simultaneously): How?
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, its expected that Madam’s child is grownup now and do not sleep on the same bed and if Madam is staying with her husband, they must be meeting on bed.
Ritesh: Okay, carry on.
Rickshaw-puller: Our village doctor says that even when an elderly couple meet on bed they caress each other, even if they do not… err… I mean fuck. So I hope Madam your husband also…
Sunita Bhabie: Ye… yes, though rather irregular.
Rickshaw-puller: May it be on an irregular basis, but your husband must be… I mean play with your…
Bhabie’s cheeks were glowing like never before and eyes dipping down to answer this obscene question.
Ritesh: Bhabie? Yes or No?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, but… but so what?
Rickshaw-puller: Then the problem is solved Madam! If your reply is ‘yes’, then your breasts will surely produce milk if you are rightly stimulated I tell you!
Sunita Bhabie looked dumb and continued to look with disbelief and skeptically at that man.
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, juts tell me one thing – do you get a good sucking on your breasts when you meet with your husband on bed?
Sunita Bhabie: What sort of… I mean… no… err… at times…
Ritesh: Bhabie, tell properly. Be open! Tell him clearly…. But… but one thing Bhabie, the way your nipples are getting swollen by my touch, Uncle must be sucking them regularly … ha ha ha…
Sunita Bhabie: Actually… err… I mean not always.
Ritesh: You mean to say on some days Uncle opens your blouse and sucks your tits, but on other days he just lifts your sari and fucks you?
Sunita Bhabie: Uff Ritesh, you are incorrigible! You should know that I do not wear a sari on bed of course especially when…
Ritesh: Oho! Got it… got it! You must be wearing a nighty! But… I mean back to the core question of him: Do you get a regular sucking there?
Sunita Bhabie: No, I mean he does… err… press and squeeze them, but not always does he suck them.
Ritesh: Okay… so did you get what you wanted to know?
Rickshaw-puller: Certainly Sahib, but since Madam is saying her husband do not suck them always when she meets her, I might have a trying time getting out the milk.
Sunita Bhabie: Do you mean to say women of my age who gets a regular sucking on their breasts will have milk?
Rickshaw-puller: I do not know Madam, but I have seen our village doctor getting milk from breasts elderly women who were bitten by crabs at sea. Even he squeezed out milk of a woman who had a son of 20 years!
Sunita Bhabie was stunned to hear that and looked utterly confused.
Ritesh: Okay Bhabie, lets not believe in his words. He needs that milk to complete the cure for you and lets see if he can do that.
Rickshaw-puller: Sure Sahib!
Ritesh: And what do you want to do for that?
Rickshaw-puller: One second Sahib…
Saying that he separated 3-4 big leaves, which were definitely of different variety from what he collected from outside and had used in the paste he had prepared. Then stretched out his lungi on the floor. His monstrous cock was hanging in the air and moving to and fro attracting Bhabie’s attention and of course mine too.
Ritesh: One sec… let me wipe this off with it.
Bhabie had stood up from Ritesh’s lap and she was slightly limping as the wound was on her toe. Her gorgeous round ass showed a red bruise, which that rickshaw-puller was licking moments ago. Ritesh now took the lungi and quickly wiped off the drops of precum that accumulated at his penis head. Bhabie stood naked as shameless as ever and watched that.
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, can you check and tell if your nipples have become soft or not?
Sunita Bhabie: What? I mean why?
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