28-11-2021, 02:20 PM
Sensing her condition he said “You told to pull out before cumming – Sarkari condom ka nateeja hai (result of government made condom)” She laughed and he laughed with her.
The rich semen was spread on her boobs, stomach and a bit on the face. With his hands he spread it all over her body with special attention on her boobs and ass globes. Sanju’s skin was polished with his semen and she was glowing. He remembered how a cobbler uses a white coloured liquid to shine the shoe after applying the polish. The simile brought him to a chuckle. He turned her legs and her ass in all its polished glory was looking at him. He had seen a lot of doggy style movies and had understood how it is done. But as they say – man proposes and god disposes.
Sounds of his name filled his ears and hurriedly he came out in the balcony after wearing his clothes, only to find that boys of his neighborhood were calling him for a Cricket match with the next block. Everyone knew that he was a cricket fanatic and his friends told him that they had taken the permission from his dad who had come a bit early today. Now there was no chance to escape the match without arousing suspicion. One last time he kissed her, pressed her boobs and moved out of her house. Angry Sanju was still naked when she closed the door.
His dad announced that they would have to shift on Tuesday as over weekend and Monday they would get the house whitewashed and get the repairs done by the Government CPWD. His father was a well known figure in terms of being active member of the resident welfare associations and hence these things would get done much sooner. So on the anointed day they shifted. They enjoyed goodwill in their current block and hence they got a good farewell but a sullen looking Sanju was sad at the movement.
It was a corner flat on first floor with a very big playground just across the road. It was a big “square” as it is called in government colonies of Delhi with two parallel rows of two storeyed houses and a small row to form a ‘U” of houses. The flats shared a big ground. The new immediate neighbors were seemingly good people. It was a '. family, apart from the couple they had two daughters, one a year senior than him and the other a year junior to him. During the process of whitewash etc, he could not see them as they had gone to their relatives place but a look at their mother had made him hopeful. She had a slightly dusky complexion but still a bit fairer than Sanju. Had straight black hair coming upto mid-back. She was not model type thin but thin as compared to aunties with college going children. Her big round ass and melons made her waist look even thinner and the voluptuousness looked that much more appealing.
Mr. Khan knew Vicky’s father as he was also involved in the welfare association work, thanks to which they were more than welcomed in the
neighborhood. His dad was known for his uprighteousness and ability to mobilize people for common causes. This ability had endeared him to the members of various associations of different sectors of the colony. Khans had ensured that for the first two days the food came from their home and took great care to see to it that they served them only vegetarian food as Vicky’s family was a strict vegetarian ***** family.
The following Saturday evening, he saw Mrs Khan coming to their home alongwith their two daughters. The elder one’s name was Sadaf and the younger one’s was Tina (she opted for a modern western sounding name and her changed it from Shama). Vicky was taken aback by what he saw. Let me now explain each one with some detailing for you.
Sadaf – Mild Dusky complexion (similar to her mother), silky black hair upto shoulder level. Good height of about 5.5”, as per Indian standards, big expressive eyes, ever inviting kissable lips, a nice round ass (similar to her mother but mother’s was a shade better), finely crafted pair of legs. She was wearing a t-shirt and the poor piece of garment could not hide the twin peaks. They were something to behold, sucked, kneaded and whatever you want to do. Firm high on chest, perfectly shaped and they were big.
Vicky coined a term Mother Dairy for her. Those in Delhi are well aware of the Mother Dairy depots. He thought her kids would definitely be very very well fed from the large containers.
The rich semen was spread on her boobs, stomach and a bit on the face. With his hands he spread it all over her body with special attention on her boobs and ass globes. Sanju’s skin was polished with his semen and she was glowing. He remembered how a cobbler uses a white coloured liquid to shine the shoe after applying the polish. The simile brought him to a chuckle. He turned her legs and her ass in all its polished glory was looking at him. He had seen a lot of doggy style movies and had understood how it is done. But as they say – man proposes and god disposes.
Sounds of his name filled his ears and hurriedly he came out in the balcony after wearing his clothes, only to find that boys of his neighborhood were calling him for a Cricket match with the next block. Everyone knew that he was a cricket fanatic and his friends told him that they had taken the permission from his dad who had come a bit early today. Now there was no chance to escape the match without arousing suspicion. One last time he kissed her, pressed her boobs and moved out of her house. Angry Sanju was still naked when she closed the door.
His dad announced that they would have to shift on Tuesday as over weekend and Monday they would get the house whitewashed and get the repairs done by the Government CPWD. His father was a well known figure in terms of being active member of the resident welfare associations and hence these things would get done much sooner. So on the anointed day they shifted. They enjoyed goodwill in their current block and hence they got a good farewell but a sullen looking Sanju was sad at the movement.
It was a corner flat on first floor with a very big playground just across the road. It was a big “square” as it is called in government colonies of Delhi with two parallel rows of two storeyed houses and a small row to form a ‘U” of houses. The flats shared a big ground. The new immediate neighbors were seemingly good people. It was a '. family, apart from the couple they had two daughters, one a year senior than him and the other a year junior to him. During the process of whitewash etc, he could not see them as they had gone to their relatives place but a look at their mother had made him hopeful. She had a slightly dusky complexion but still a bit fairer than Sanju. Had straight black hair coming upto mid-back. She was not model type thin but thin as compared to aunties with college going children. Her big round ass and melons made her waist look even thinner and the voluptuousness looked that much more appealing.
Mr. Khan knew Vicky’s father as he was also involved in the welfare association work, thanks to which they were more than welcomed in the
neighborhood. His dad was known for his uprighteousness and ability to mobilize people for common causes. This ability had endeared him to the members of various associations of different sectors of the colony. Khans had ensured that for the first two days the food came from their home and took great care to see to it that they served them only vegetarian food as Vicky’s family was a strict vegetarian ***** family.
The following Saturday evening, he saw Mrs Khan coming to their home alongwith their two daughters. The elder one’s name was Sadaf and the younger one’s was Tina (she opted for a modern western sounding name and her changed it from Shama). Vicky was taken aback by what he saw. Let me now explain each one with some detailing for you.
Sadaf – Mild Dusky complexion (similar to her mother), silky black hair upto shoulder level. Good height of about 5.5”, as per Indian standards, big expressive eyes, ever inviting kissable lips, a nice round ass (similar to her mother but mother’s was a shade better), finely crafted pair of legs. She was wearing a t-shirt and the poor piece of garment could not hide the twin peaks. They were something to behold, sucked, kneaded and whatever you want to do. Firm high on chest, perfectly shaped and they were big.
Vicky coined a term Mother Dairy for her. Those in Delhi are well aware of the Mother Dairy depots. He thought her kids would definitely be very very well fed from the large containers.
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