We boarded the train, got into first class coupe reserved for us by our friends. After TTE checked the tickets, I locked the door. Padma got up, looked at me and said smiling, 'do you want me to arrange my hair into a braid now?'I will be delighted, no one will see us until morning, and you need not have to think about others seeing us.She untied her bun, hair got loosened cascading down reaching her mid thighs. I combed and brushed her hair straight down and she arranged her hair into a long bewitchingly thick loose braid reaching her thighs.I hugged and encircled her from back, putting her long braid onto her front. Looking into the mirror, I said, Padma, you look definitely much younger in long braid, anyone who see us envy me having you as my wife. I should have brought Jasmine flowers.She said, Yeah! We are not a husband and wife on a honeymoon trip. 'Do I really look so young enough to be your wife? I feel like a young girl at heart in your presence, because you treat me as one.

It was Sunday early morning, hearing loud noises from the Hostel corridor, I came out of my room and learnt to my shock and surprise our classmate Gandhi was found dead in his room, obviously committed suicide. An arsenic bottle and handwritten suicide note was found besides the bed.He hails from a wealthy family, the only son of his parents and doing well in studies He married six months earlier Madhusmita studying B.A. No one could imagine the reasons for his suicide. The Chief Warden informed the Police and the body was sent for Postmortem.His parents arrived the following morning from their native place. His father accompanied by the warden and some of our friends went to the hospital to complete the formalities and take his son's body to their native village.Being the closest friend, I stayed back to take care of grieving mother, took her to the University Guesthouse. She was obviously exhausted after traveling. I requested and cajoled her, to take bath and she went to the

என் பெயர் தேவகி. வயது 21. நான் ஒரு கல்லூரியில் இறுதி அண்டு படிக்கிறேன்.ஸ்கூலில் படிக்கும்வரை செக்ஸ் பற்றி அவ்வளவாக தெரியாம, ஒண்ணுமே தெரியாத பாப்பா மாதிரி இருந்தேன். அனால் காலேஜ் வந்ததும் எல்லாமே கத்துகிட்டேன்.நிறைய தோழியுடன் செக்ஸ் பற்றி கேட்டு தெரிஞ்சுக்கிட்டேன்.“கூதின்னா புண்டை..”, “சூத்துன்னா குண்டி..”, “சுண்ணி..”ன்னா என்ன, “அத கூதியில எப்படி விடனும்..? எப்படி

என் பெய‌ர் பூஜா. நான் ஒரு க‌ல்லூரில் M.Phil ப‌டிக்கிறேன். வயது 25.என்னிடம் என் அம்மா ப‌ல‌ முறை திரும‌ண‌ம் செய்ய கெஞ்சியிருக்கிறார்கள். ஆனால் நான் ச‌ம்ம‌த‌ம் கூறவில்லை. ஏனென்றால் என‌க்கு காம‌த்தின் மேல் கொஞ்சமும் ஆசையில்லை. ஆண் சுகம் என்றால் எப்படியிருக்கும் என்று அறிந்துகொள்ளவும் விருப்பமில்லை.இந்த‌ நிலையில் ஒரு நாள், “அம்மாக்கு உட‌ல் நிலை ச‌ரியில்லை. உட‌னே வீட்டுக்கு

The next morning I got up with butterflies in my stomach. I couldn’t sleep the whole night thinking about what I had learned. My mother and Shyam Uncle were actually doing naughty things with each other for most of the night! I was shocked and amazed to how daring they both were, doing dirty stuff while my father was at home. But I was wondering, did they do it in the living room sofa or were they using Mom-Dad’s bedroom? I felt a cold shiver when the thought of them fucking each other right beside my sleeping Dad, crossed my mind. But I immediately dismissed the thought realizing that this was impossible. No way could they have dared to do that!I went downstairs to the living room and saw that no one was there on the sofa. But the sofa was still a mess and this meant Uncle Shyam had left early. It was 7:00 AM in the morning and my mom and Dad were still asleep. Truth be told, I was half-expecting my mother to stay asleep after what she must’ve endured last night. I went to the

"Harold, this is crazy! We're never going to fit all that in the car.I had to agree with Mom on this one. We were shutting down the summer cabin early, and as usual, it meant bringing home lots of gear that had migrated there during our multiple 'mini-vacations'. Unfortunately, Dad's workload had exploded with a new contract, and it was unlikely we'd get back out to the house again that summer.This season we'd accumulated more than ever. The coolers with all the game meat were the main culprits. We'd planned on the wild pig hunt earlier in the summer, but had to reschedule twice, due to weather. Mom and Aunt Marie had conniption fits when they found out we'd be hunting on the last day of our vacation. After a bit they settled down and gave in. Mom was a big believer in 'male bonding'. Dad and I didn't do enough together, other than watch football part of the year, by her way of thinkin'.We'd taken up hunting two years back, and even though it was pricey as hobbies go, it turned out to

I am 36 years old, married for 18 years now. I have a 16-year-old daughter. My husband is a 44-year-old General Manager in a private firm in Kolkata. I too work in a bank just to pass time, as I do not like to stay at home. Due to regular aerobics at the gym I have a good body. I have a 36C bust, a 28 waist and a perfectly round 36 ass.My husband says that men stare at my ass anywhere I go. It does make a big curve when viewed sideways. Also the biggest asset I have that distinguishes me from most Indian women is my height. I stand at 5.7". I have dark brown, long hair coming all the way up to my hips, which are always tied up in traditional Indian style. I have a very fair skin making make-up unnecessary for me, though I do put on some lipstick.The incident I want to narrate happened about a year back.We had moved to Kolkata only some 6 months back from the firm's Mumbai office. Our house was a good 20-25 minutes from our offices. Being new in the city, my husband always used to send

This happen when we went for a vacation to Goa. It was one of the vacations we planned after long time. We dropped our kid to grandparents and went for a weeklong vacation. For a long time I was asking my wife to show off some of her hot body in public but she always said no. Just to describe my wife, she is 32 and has great body to die for. She has amazing 34C boobs with large brown nipples. Her boobs are perfect for her age. They look really nice on her 28 waist and 36 hips. She always wear clothes which are covering her full. I keep her pushing to wear more bold clothes. She started trying some bold clothes lately after my lot of pushing.For our vacation, she told that it is going to be a surprise for me. We waited for the day of journey. Finally day arrived and after all the arrangement we were set to go. We decided to travel by bus, just to save ourselves from driving. Bus service to Goa is very good and there are lots of options for sleeper buses. Sleeper buses provide lot of

I am 33 yr old married man and have a 4 year old son. Our family is of two sisters and two brothers, sisters are married and brother is living in Belgium with his wife. Me along with my wife and son live with my parents. I work with my dad. We have distributorship of various engineering products. We are quite well off and enjoy a respectable status that comes along being Brahmins. If you are not aware of the caste system in India allow me to enlighten you that Brahmins stay at upper most echelon of the casteist hierarchy.It was fierce winters of December 2009; entire northern part of India was grinded to a halt due to low temps and fog. Every business was slow and so was ours. During this period my mother came up with her wish of visiting Tirupati and Rameshwaram and she wanted to be there on 15 January (an auspicious date in the Hindu calendar).My father asked me to take her along on this pilgrimage as he himself wasn't well. I did not want to go. I am the one for a lot of travel,

My mom had a voluptuous body. She carried it in such a way that it did not feel so. It was when she ran that, the jiggling of her breast surprised all. The clashes of her boobs threatened to put her off balance. She always wore a tight bra and loose dress to discard her figure. She hated her voluptuous body and went to gym daily but that only made her figure more voluptuous as her waist trimmed. She could not trim her boobs and butt. She always wore jeans and top but on occasions like today, she would wear saree"s.The second member of our family and the last woman -- my sister, on the other hand was a slim beauty. She had just celebrated her 24th birthday but still looked like a new entrant to college because of her perfect shape. Her eyes made her sexy. It was what you call 'The eyes of a deer'. Her slimness, sensual eyes and loose hair made her just luscious. She always wore skirts. Her favourite was jeans skirt above her knees, flaunting her shapely thighs.My father was an active