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Saturday, March 6, 2010

First of all hats off to the site owners for maintaining such a wonderful site. This is truly an awesome sex site, for someone who likes to read erotica more than watch porno.The best part is the fact that there are no pop up ads and virus programs when you visit the site and almost all the content is free. I really like the good work you are doing.

My girlfriend and myself read the stories all the time, and we just love the way various real people write their real stories and fantasies. I am disgusted by the incest stories and never read them, but since they are clearly marked, I don't care a whole lot about them. I've been thinking of writing one of my own experiences, my first one in fact,but had been just putting it off.

Finally, I think I should contribute something back by telling you this true story…This was when I was in ninth standard. I was sent to a posh private school with CBSE Syllabus and more emphasis was given on extracurricular activities than on education itself. I was about 16 years old and like any adolescent boy, I used to be very horny all the time.

Our town was still very conservative and we used to have very little interaction with girls. The best we can do is to masturbate in the bathroom fantasizing Sridevi or some other movie star, and sometime about our class girls. Other than that, there is an odd porn book my friends used to get their hands on. That's pretty much it. None of our friends are into eve-teasing bullshit, and we just used to watch pretty girls from far away and enjoy without causing them any discomfort.

So things were pretty normal until the middle of school year, when interesting things started happening suddenly. It was just after the pongal vacation which is usually the middle of January. The winter weather is making our already active hormones even more active. One day I was walking in the hall way when I saw a number of young girls seated in the meeting room. They were slightly older than me at the time, probably fresh college graduates. I didn't know what they were doing at our school, but I was just looking at them to see if there is anyone hot.

I saw one particular good looking girl and what made her strikingly different was her very very smooth skin and a nice think body. She was wearing a punjabi dress and her boobs are nicely standing in them providing a beautiful view. There are not big at all, but almost like tennis balls, very round and very firm. Her face is very cute like an angel and her color is a beautiful mix of black and white. The girls were all reading some document seriously and they haven't noticed me watching them.

I was staring intently at this girl and my cock has gotten rock hard just by staring at her. That's the age guys, what can I say. I put a hand in my pocket to hold my cock to avoid anyone seeing it make a tent in my pants. But the problem with that is my hand automatically started rubbing it through the cloth. It took a lot of effort for me to control myself. The girl suddenly raised her head and noticed that she was being watched by me. She made eye contact for a brief moment and went back to her paper.

A few minutes later she is done with the paper and arched her back relaxingly and finally looked at me. I didn't know what to do, but she actually gave me a smile. It was like a beautiful flower blooming in the full of early spring. I meekly smiled back at her and ran back to my class. I couldn't focus on the class anymore that day and I ran straight to the bathroom when I went home and masturbated happily thinking of that girl. It was one of the best cums I had at that time. I had to jerk off a couple of times more before going to bed that night.

In spite of that, I had a dream about this girl and I came again in my sleep. Days passed by and the girl gradually faded away from my memory.Then one day the next week, we were told that we are going to have a new Chemistry teacher as our current one has resigned. When the new teacher walked into our classroom my heart skipped a beat and then started beating violently. It was the same girl that I was watching the other day. Apparently they were all taking a test for this job.

She introduced herself to the class, her name is Renuka and she just finished B.Sc Chemistry and she will teach us Chemistry theory and practicals. I was very excited about the fact that I get to see this girl everyday but also a little worried that she might treat me harshly for staring at her. Some of the boys were also looking at her, but for some reason she didn't respond to any of their looks.

She just gave me mischievous look for a split second and then moved on to teaching the class. While teaching, she has a habit of walking through the rows of desks so that she can make sure everyone is paying attention. I always sit in the last bench and when she is walking back I had a great view of her cute ass swiveling from one side to the other. (At this age in my life, I didn't develop an admiration for the hips and waist of the female body. My eyes and my thoughts were only focused on boobs, face and navel).

She used to ask us questions randomly. Whenever it was my turn, my voice will tremble a little bit and my words would stutter as I am preoccupied with my thoughts of her being naked in my lap. At first, other students in the class laughed but Renuka scolded them for laughing at me. At this point, I think, she was beginning to enjoy that someone is actually infatuated at her that much. I can see a hint of pride in her eyes. I come from a farming family and I used to work in the fields on my off-days.

So, even at that young age my body is visibly stronger and muscular than all the other boys in the class who are all rich and pampered. Add to this fact that I am a first rank student in the class, it improved my image in the eyes of Renuka.One day, we were doing chemistry experiments in the lab and as usual Renuka was walking around observing us and giving us tips and instructions. I am almost done with my experiment and was way ahead of other students.

She reached my table and was surprised to see me finishing up. She congratulated me on being the first to finish and asked me a few questions about the experiment. I gave the right answers but again my voice got shaky and my hands started shaking. She gave me a heartfelt smile and said "why are you getting like this in my presence? What's the matter?". I know she knows the answer but she was just teasing me.

I just looked away and muttered something and she came closer to me and took a test tube in her hand. Then she started talking to me slowly, but it looks to others that she is explaining something about the experiment. Then she said to me, "I know you find me attractive. There is nothing wrong with that. I am only just a little older than you and I know how it feels. We should become more of friends, then you would be more comfortable with me." I said Ok.

At this point I am pretty sure she has no feelings for me. She was just finding it cute that someone 5 years younger than her is obsessing with her. .Soon after this conversation, just before walking away from my table, she did something very strange. She probably wanted to give me some sort of reward or pleasure or whatever, but she gently bent over the table to pick up some books from the drawers.

I couldn't control myself and looked down to find a nice view of her ripe firm breasts nicely held in their place by a white lacy bra. She was looking up to see if I am looking and gave me that naughty smile again. Then she stood up slowly, but she purposefully brushed her entire chest area to my chest while getting up. The feeling of those beautiful balls slightly touching my young body was one of the finest feelings in my life.

How I controlled myself from grabbing those boobs, god only knows. But the moment those boobs touched my chest, I noticed that her expression changed.Her face showed a mix of lustiness and surprise and she asked me If I got the gym. I said "no, but I work in the filed in my free time." Then she touched my biceps and said wow, you are like a body-builder. That compliment made me really happy and my chest increased another inch.

She walked away to attend to other students but from that day onwards she started making eye contact with me more and started touching me for some reason or the other. She would ask me to carry books to the lab and so on so as to just talk to me. One day while she was walking in front of me, I was following her with a few books in my hand. As we reached the lab and walked inside, she suddenly stopped for no reason.I didn't notice her stopping and continued to walk and bounced into her from behind.

Needless to say, my cock was already hard and when it hit the soft and firm buns of her ass it felt like heaven. For the first time in my life, I noticed that hips are a very sexy part of females. However, at that time, I got scared and started apologizing. "sorry ma'm, I didn't see you stopping". She said it's ok, you don't have to apologize. But tell me why is your thing so hard? She used the word thing instead of saying cock. I said "no reason mam. It is always like that". Then she looked me in the eye and asked me, don't lie to me. I know that it is not always hard.

Tell me honestly, Did i make it hard? I lowered my head and nodded agreeing to that. Then she came very close to me and lifted my head with my chin. Then in a low whispering tone, she said it's ok. I am happy that you get hard looking at me. It makes me feel good. At this point she is almost touching my body. My cock is slightly brushing against her waist and ger face is breathing on my face.

She moved closer to me and slowly put her lips on mine. It felt like a 1000V electric shock hitting my body. I slowly started responding and my lips parted to take her lips in my mouth. We smooched each others lips for about 5 minutes and then her tongue came into my mouth. Then we opened our mouths completely and our tongues started exploring each others mouths. That is a heavenly feeling for me.

Our hands are holding each others face and this was a very passionate kiss. Then she stopped the kiss and with trembling voice asked me how it was. I replied that it was beautiful. Then she took me into her office and closed the door. She can't lock it because if someone comes it looks bad. There is long gap from the lab to her office and one can hear the foot steps, so we get time to stop in case someone is coming. Once we are in the room, she took my hands and placed them on her breasts.

She is wearing a bra, but I could still feel the weight and the firmness of them. While my hands are on those, gently feeling their softness, she returned to the kiss, this time only more passionate. I started squeezing those oranges very hard and I tried to insert my hands inside to grab them. She stopped me and said, it would be too risky to take off any clothes. She said she will give me a full view some other day.

I reluctantly stopped but put my mouth on those boobs and started biting them over the bra. She seemed to be enjoying it a lot as her face showed an expression of extreme pleasure. After playing with her boobs for a while, she took my hands and placed them on her hips. I immediately started squeezing them. At this point she was in a tight hug with me and he oranges are being crushed by my strong chest. I can also feel a very soft part of her rubbing against my cock.

She was making a moaning sound every time I adjust my front part around that soft area. I held her by her buttocks and pressed her hardly against my throbbing cock. All along we were completely dressed and that's the only bad part of this play.Realizing that I was getting restless, she turned around with her hips to my front. She said "be a good guy and do as I say, I will do whatever you want the next time, Ok." I said ok.

Then she dragged me closer to her with my cock firmly pressing against her hips. She took my right hand to her fron around her waist area. Within her punjabi dress, she pulled her panties down, while the pants are still on. Unless someone pays Close attention no one can tell that her panties are around her thighs. She then slid my hand slowly down the front of her pajamas, inside.

I understood what she was doing and my cock was bulging with energy ready to explode. I said Renuka, can I please take my cock out and atleast jerk it. I can't take it anymore. Then she said please be patient, I will make it more pleasurable. My hand is now on the beautiful mound of Renuka's pussy. I don't know how it looks like, but the feel of it is so amazing. It was slightly wet, but velvety soft.

And renuka was using my hand to rub it. At this point I almost unzipped my pants, but she grabbed my left hand in time to stop me. It was like torture to me, a very very pleasant torture. She used my left hand to slide it in her Pajamas from behind, feeling the skin of her hips. She said keep going until you reach your right hand. Soon enough my left hand is also on her cunt. Now she slowly turned her head and locked her lips with me.

I was going wild with my hands on her pussy and she was trying so hard not to moan. I was rubbing my pants to the side of her hips while fingering Renuka's tender tight pussy. Suddenly renuka stopped the kiss, arched her body and made a very contorted expression on her face and looking at that my hands worked even harder. Then all of a sudden, I felt that my fingers have become very moist.Renuka collapsed on my shoulders and didn't say a word for a few minutes.

I slowly took my hands out of her Pajamas and was about to unzip my pants,then renuka said, let me take care of that. She whispered in my ear, I know you want to put it in my pussy or my mouth, but it is not the right place. We shall have a fully fun time some other time, ok. I nodded in agreement. Then she laid one of her hands on my ass and with the other one, she unzipped my pants. She used the same technique on my underwear and pulled it down to my thighs. My cock found freedom finally and it sprang out like bird.

It was so full of energy that it was pulsating with my hear beat. Renuka looked at my cock and said "wow, your foreskin is still tight". I said what do you mean. She replied that For older men, the skin would be lose, but for virgins it would be still tight. I asked her" how do you know that", she replied that she is a science teacher and they know this kind of stuff. She took it in her hands and slowly started playing with it. She used her nails to play with the tip.

She would make circles on it with her nails and this is making me feel like i am in heaven. She then grabbed the shaft and slowly started jerking it. At first they were very slow. Stopping for a second before bringing it back and so on. Then she picked up speed the sensation was getting out of control. I felt my muscles tightening and said Renuka I think i am going to leak. She asked me are you sure, I replied yes. Then she kneeled infront of me and continued to stroke me harder.

I was ready to cum and a slight hint of cumm appeared on the cock. She immediately put the tip of my cock in her mouth and continued to jerk the shaft. I came like a fountain, I let out a moan and my cock was oozing that for a full minute.I was watching the amazing act of her swallowing the cumm. After making sure there is no more cum coming out, she put my cock back in my pants and zipped it back up. I looked at her and before I can ask the question, she said,

I know I said no oral till next time, but this is our first time together and I couldn't resist it. I said it was pretty risky, what would you have done if someone came in when my cock is in your mouth. To which she said, that's why i made sure you are absolutely ready. I smiled and she asked me to go back to class. While I was about to do that she stopped me and put my hands in her pajamas again, this time to pull her panties back up to their original place.

I wanted to write the next encounter as well, but both myself and my GF became so horny after recollecting this incident. We are going to do some stuff (you know what it is, Lol) and hopefully write the remaining stories later.

-Submitted by Shamanth.

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Wednesday, February 24, 2010

It happened a long-long time ago. I was still in the school. The class, year, and other details I will not reveal to you in order to protect many identities. But it is an experience of my life that I will never ever forget.

I was a good student in school but my performance in the subject of mathematics was pretty average. I guess most of us perform average or below average in this subject. Not because it’s a lacking on our part but probably because our teachers are not able to guide or create enough interest in this dull subject that would also help us perform better.

Then one fine year, after I passed my finals and was promoted to a higher class, it all happened. We got a new class teacher, who incidentally was also our math teacher and simultaneously also my house-mistress. Right from the beginning of the session, she used to pay special attention to me. This was a fact that I was simply not aware of, but when my classmates started to call me her pet I began to take it as a natural, friendly and little jealous compliment from my mates.

Being my house mistress, during weekends she often stayed back after the school timings were over, in order to supervise the completion of the house projects. I being her pet student was always asked by her to stay back and help her out in completing the task as I was also considered to be a very good artist in school.

At this point I must tell you a bit more about her and about myself. She was a married Bengali lady, and was the most beautiful woman in our school. Her husband was in the army and for whatever reasons she could not join him. Most of the men in the school, the male teachers as well as our seniors were quite attracted to her and wanted to be around her, whenever and wherever possible.

If you can manage to visualize Penelope Cruz in your mind, that’s pretty much how she looked like. The only difference I would say was that she was Penelope, in a Saree and slightly low cut blouse. And mind you, she wore the most beautiful, sheer bras with floral designs that we had ever seen in our lives.

Our only exposure to bras till that time was typically ‘Groverson’ type of stuff that was made locally and was worn by most aunties around us. We boys had a great time watching her bras thru her sheer blouse. She also had a great body. I won’t be able to tell you the sizes now, but she was a woman of our dreams, which, thanks to her, were often wet.

I am much over 40 now and people around me say that I am a good and tough looking guy. They also say that I haven’t changed at all from my school days. It means, I must have looked pretty much the same, then as well. But I was never conscious of my looks while growing up. Actually I always felt that I was a below-average guy as far as my looks were concerned and I was pretty self-conscious of myself too.

Further, in those days, our exposure to anything sexual was extremely limited. We did not have color TV or Internet or other things. The only exposure to a woman was family, friends or at the most some filmy magazines. Being value oriented people, family was out of bounds, girl friends were equally mature or immature in mind and body, and the pictures in magazines were hardly earth shattering. In a nut shell, we were absolute naives.

My exposure was limited to a few fleeting glances at some classmates budding boobs or bums, and signs of some erect nipples under the school uniform during winters.

Well, coming back to where I had left, I often had to stay back after school hours to help my class teacher during the weekends. Initially I resented it as it used to cut into my personal time, but slowly there was a change in my attitude. I actually began to look forward to staying back.

What brought about this change was that one day while both of us were sitting down on the floor and working. There was no one around except the two of us. I was totally engrossed in my painting job when suddenly I lifted my head to check something from my teacher. What I saw then, stopped me dead in my path. My teacher was working, sitting pretty close to me on the ground and the “Pallu” of her Saree had fallen down, revealing her ample breasts thru her low cut blouse. I actually stopped breathing. I actually stopped thinking.
The only thing I am still aware of is her superb, milky breasts that were almost transparent to look at. The greenish-blue veins were also visible through the skin. Her gentle breathing was making the globes rise up and down like… I still don’t know how to describe the scene.

I suddenly began to feel warm in my body and felt some tightness in my trouser. I began to get uncomfortable but could not take my eye away from the heavenly sight. Then, I at once came back to my senses and taking control of myself, I just rushed out of the room. I walked out but did not know what to do, or where to go.

Instinctively I walked towards the water room and hurriedly drank a few glasses of water. After that though I felt like going back to the workroom but was unable to find enough courage to return there. My penis had got so hard that it was troubling me badly. I was finding it extremely difficult to hide the bulge down below in my pants.

I then went to the toilet, tried to pee so that my naughty friend would settle down and I could return back to the room. After about ten minutes, I managed to control my stiffness and slowly returned to the room. My teacher looked at me and smiled softly. She asked where I had vanished leaving the work unfinished. Somehow I manage to tell her that I had gone for water, etc.

She smiled and asked me to resume the work so that we could leave for home ASAP. I once again began to feel the stirring in my trousers but somehow managed to control it.

Rest of the afternoon passed very slowly. About a week later, my teacher once again asked me to stay back after the class to complete the work. This time however, there was another student with us. She was from a different section and was a reasonably good looking kid. But no one in the school could ever match my math teacher.

However this time there was no show of cleavage, or my cock playing games. But I was dying to have a glimpse of her golden boobs. I remember it so clearly that on this day she was wearing a lovely pale colored Saree with a matching blouse which as usual was low cut.
With light colored lipstick on her lovely lips, she looked astonishingly beautiful. I hardly remember my other classmate who was also present that day, except that her tiny young breasts were hardly anything to crave for.

After the work got over, we left for our respective homes. My teacher’s house was about one kilometer from the school and many-a-time I had seen her in the market. My schoolmate lived a little far away, so she called for a three-wheeler and left.

Since my teacher had some extra books and other stuff with her, I offered to accompany her to her home. Of course, I was trying to be with her for as long as possible. After reaching her home, the door was opened by a maid. Handing over the books to her maid, I asked for leave but she invited me inside.

She had a nice home. There were two small lovely dogs that came jumping playfully at me. I was then offered a glass of orange squash by the maid. Finishing the squash, I thanked my teacher and got up to leave. As I was getting out, the teacher asked me what my plans were for the next day, which happened to be a Sunday.

I told her that there wasn’t anything in particular that I had on my mind and the usual stuff, etc. Hearing this she asked me if I could come over the next day after 10 am and help her with some house work as her maid would be on her weekly day off. I promised to return the next morning and left.

Next morning informing my family members about where I was going, I picked up my bicycle and left for her home. I had tried to dress up little more gentlemanly that morning, in my best trousers that were a gift brought from abroad by a friend.

When I reached my teacher’s home and rang the bell, the door was opened by the teacher herself. I slowly moved in, and sat on the sofa. The dogs once again came running to me and we all began to have fun. Teacher offered me some lemon squash this time and began to chat with me casually. Though I was responding to all her questions, I was on guard so as not to blurt out anything that would reveal my thoughts, etc.

About 30 minutes later, I was absolutely comfortable in her presence. I enquired about her husband as I could not hear any sounds from the house. She casually told me that he was on duty for the last three months and she had been living alone all this time. I now understood why she needed the helping hand to complete her household job. Anyway, I was just too fond of her to deny anything. Remember, she was always nice to me.

I then asked her about the work that needed to be taken care of. Hearing this she smiled and told me that she had asked the neighbor’s son the previous evening to do it and that it was already over. I actually felt let down hearing this. I felt that I had missed the opportunity to impress my teacher.

I think, she was able to read my thoughts and asked me not to worry and relax. Then she added that she actually wanted me to come over to her place because she used to feel lonely in the absence of her husband. I could sense the sadness in her voice and told her that I fully understood how she felt.

All of a sudden she stood up and went inside her house. After a while she called me from inside and told me that she wanted to show me her photo albums. Since I was feeling absolutely comfortable by now, I walked in following her voice. She was inside her bedroom, sitting on the bed with two huge albums in front of her.

Strangely, till this moment I had not noticed how she looked or what she was wearing. Now I recall, she was wearing a kaftan and her hair was loosely tied in a bun. She was not wearing any makeup. But that simply did not make any difference to how she looked. Actually, I found her to be more natural and appealing that day.

She began to take me through her albums. It contained photos of her right from her childhood. She was very beautiful even as a child. And as she kept growing up, she kept turning into as beautiful as an angel. Unknowingly, I told her about my observation.

Since she was being friendly, I had forgotten that she was both my class teacher and my math teacher and I was stepping into an extremely sensitive territory. I was happily chatting with her as if she were my classmate.

Then she came to the second album which was actually her marriage album. The moment she opened it and I saw the first photo, I just became quiet. It was as if I was electrocuted and blood simply drained away from my head.

All of you must have heard the story of “Beauty and the Beast”. There it was, right in front of me. The man in the photo was, I am sorry to say this but, one of the ugliest men I have ever come across in my life. He was dark like a crow, with bulging eyes and trying very hard to hide his protruding front teeth. Further, he had heavy moustache on his face. In the Bengali marriage headgear, with lots of makeup on his face, he looked terrible.

By her side was one of the most beautiful women on this earth. There was pain visible on her face. I removed my eyes and looked down at the bed without saying anything. After a few seconds, which appeared to be hours to me, I lifted my face and looked at my teacher.

She had tears in her eyes and her face was full of sadness. I did not know what to do or what to say. I was neither old enough nor bold enough to console her on such a personal matter. The only thing I could do was to close the album, and that’s what I did. As I was doing it, my fingers touched her fingers and a strong current ran through my whole hand.

Ma’am allowed me to close the album and then held my palm gently. My hand went limp. The warmth of her hand was not something that I had ever felt in my life. I looked at her, she looked at me and asked, “Ballu, will you be my friend as I don’t have anybody around me with whom I can feel comfortable? Ever since I first saw you in school, I felt that though much younger to me, you are still a very mature person.”

I felt flattered and did not know what to say. I just smiled. She held my palm much more strongly now and I too had started to enjoy the feel of her touch now. I accepted her offer of friendship. You tell me, who could refuse such a beautiful woman, and that too when she was your math teacher and also your class teacher :-)

Then she got up telling me that she was going to the kitchen to cook something for our breakfast as she was hungry. She walked to the kitchen leaving me behind in the room. I sat down quietly, again looking at the pics in the album. But this time I was more curious to look at her marriage album. Frankly, this time looking at it I felt sad and angry at the same time.

I felt that she was a victim of the parental pressures who had married her off just for the sake of money and position, etc. I kept looking at the pics and feeling sad for my new friend. I was so engrossed in the album that I did not notice that ma’am had walked back to the room and was watching me intensely. She must have noticed my expressions.

Suddenly I felt a warm and soft hug from behind and she softly whispered in my ears, “Ballu, don’t feel sad. It was my fate. I have accepted it”. Her warm hug combined with the softness of her body made me go crazy. I stopped breathing for a few seconds. I did not know what was happening. I froze completely.

Ma’am leaned forward while continuing to hug me and kept the plate that was in her hand on the bed. It contained some delicious looking “Aloo-Parathas”. Then, without letting go of me, she broke off a piece of the Pratha and gently touched my lips with it. I opened my mouth but she continued to play with it, teasing me. I somehow manage to grab it with my mouth and ate it.

Man, it was delicious. Then I too picked a piece of the grub and playfully directed it towards her mouth. She grabbed it instantly, biting my fingers in the bargain. God, I was hurt, but there was an indescribable thrill in it. We both laughed and laughed and laughed. I had completely forgotten that I was in the arms of my teacher, who was probably10-12 years, my senior.

Her soft scented breath on my neck was making me act crazy. But I had no idea why this was happening. My penis began to swell in my trousers creating a bulge. I tried to hide it by shifting my position but was held firmly in place by Ma’am. Looking at my face, she must have guessed what was happening. And then I felt something wet on my right ear.

As I write, I can still recall that sensation after all these years. My ear was in her mouth. Then she moved down and bit my ear lobe. She sucked on it, chewed it and blew on it. Man, I was going crazy. I tried to turn around but she wouldn’t. Her breasts on my back were like heaven. I wanted to turn around and grab them, but I was pinned.
She kept on sucking and chewing my ear, and now her hand was gently rubbing my chest. I must tell you that though I was young, still I had a hard and athletic body, which I believe is god’s gift to me. I have managed to maintain my structure even today. Then she found the opening in my shirt to enter her hand inside and rub my chest.

I must confess, I was in heaven, without being dead. At that time I had no idea about sex, except that a couple had to get married to produce babies. But what do they do to make babies was out of my knowledge zone. Yes, I was familiar with masturbation, but I firmly believed that it was a man’s job where girls had no role to play.

That day, I was experiencing something absolutely new. My math teacher was devoted to my learning new equations about life. Now I was fully comfortable in her company. I was totally detached from the world and the morals. I had tasted the pleasure of being in a beautiful woman’s arms. I had forgotten everything other than the warmth of her body and the soft breath on my neck and the soft chewing of my ear lobe. I was in the arms of my friend.

Being an athlete, I was strong. Now I used my strength a bit and turned around breaking her grip. She did not resist. I held her tight, crushing her in my arms. Till that day I had only hugged my male friends, and that is how I hugged her, without realizing there was a woman in my arms. She cried out loudly, but I had lost it.

I could feel her soft back in my palms and her lovely breasts were being crushed by my chest. I could feel her bra in my hands. And at that very moment, she kissed me right on my lips. The shock of getting kissed on the lips loosened my grip on her. She said, “gently my boy, gently”. She now opened her mouth a little and once again kissed me on my lips.

Then she held my lower lip with her lips and then with her teeth, gently sucking on it. It was wonderful. Her breath smelled of flowers. My eyes began to close and my grip was loosening. Suddenly a thought struck my mind and I pushed her away. She was shocked. I told her, Ma’am, you kissed me, now you will become pregnant. I haven’t even “eaten Nirodh” to avoid pregnancy.

Hearing this, she broke into side-splitting laughter. I was taken aback. I did not know how to respond. There I was worrying sick about her getting pregnant and she was just laughing at me.
After a few moments, she calmed down enough to look into my eyes and said, “you poor darling. That is why I have liked you right from the moment I saw you. You just look tough, otherwise you are absolutely soft and na├пve”.

I continued to look at her like a baby. Then she explained to me that kissing does not lead to pregnancy. It needs more than that. And one does not have to “eat Nirodh” to avoid pregnancy, it is something to be worn on the penis.

I shook my head as if I had understood and asked her if she had a “Nirodh” at home. She said yes, but also added that it was not meant for me as I was too young to use it. Hearing my teacher explain everything to me, I was at peace. Thank god, she was not going to be pregnant. Then she gently led me to lie down on the bed and resumed kissing me.

Once in a while, she would giggle while kissing me but on asking would not tell me why she giggled. After some time, I felt something wet and soft entering my mouth and realized it was her tongue. It felt good. Rather it was delicious to taste her mouth and the tongue. She continued to probe my mouth with her tongue. I too began to respond in a while.

My heart was beating fast and it felt that it would jump out of my chest. My penis had grown completely and the bulge was hurting me. I wanted to remove my shirt and her kaftan and explore her body, but I did not have much energy left in my body. I think she had the power to read my mind. She with one hand began to open my shirt’s buttons, while continuing to kiss me at the same time.

I also gathered some strength and courage and moved my right hand up to her breast. My first experience of touching a woman’s breast is unforgettable. It was soft like cotton. I grabbed the boob and began to squeeze it. The lace of the bra was making me crazy. I felt like looking at the bra clad boobs. I looked in her eyes pleadingly.

She understood me and led my hand to help her pull the kaftan up. I followed her instructions. Within a few seconds her kaftan was gone. And so was my shirt. After the last week it was another view of looking at her milky boobs covered with lovely lacy bra. I held her breasts using both my hands and began playing with them.

Though now I wanted to remove the bra and see her nipples, still her semi-naked body was doing something else to me. Frankly, even at this moment I did not know the use of a hard and leaking penis. I moved down and began to lick her boobs with my mouth. The bra was still on. I continued to do it right from the top of it. In a few moments it was wet with my saliva.

In my excitement, I also bit her boobs a few times leaving my teeth impressions on them. Then using my mouth only, I pulled her bra down revealing her nipples. My, what a sight it was. She had the most beautiful nipples. They were small and pinkish in color. Mind you, I am saying this with my experience now.

As an adult there have been a few more women in my life at different times, but no one has been able to match her beauty till date. I first felt her nipples with my fingers, pressing them, squeezing them, then with my mouth I began to play with them. I sucked and sucked and sucked. First the left one, then the right one, then alternately continued to suck her boobs for over 15-20 minutes.

She began to go crazy after about 5 minutes, holding my head from behind and crushing my face against her ample boobs. I did not mind her doing so. She had a velvety feel. Both our bodies were hot and fully entangled. I continued to suck her. After a while, I felt her hand travelling down and over my trousers. She was feeling my bulge.
Initially I felt awkward, but then started to enjoy it. My body automatically began to respond to her touch. She felt my bulge for a while then began to open the buttons. We used to wear trousers with buttons then. Once the buttons were open, her hand began to play with my tool from above the underwear. Luckily I was wearing a new ‘undy’ that day.

She whispered in my ears, you are pretty hot man. All wet down here.
I did not know that I was leaking. I felt embarrassed because of what she said. I thought that maybe I had peed in my knickers in excitement and she was making fun of me. I began to get up in a hurry but she asked me to continue to lie down. I was getting hot behind my ears.

She then slowly removed my undy and held my cock in her hot hand. Then she gently held and squeezed my balls. I am not a very hairy guy and I don’t enjoy hair on my balls so ever since I began to sprout hair, I have been shaving them off my balls. So I was clean down there. She continued to play with my cock and balls and I continued to get harder and harder, bigger and bigger.

I had never experienced this type of stiffness in my cock ever. I also began to leak a little more. She held the cock in her palm and with her thumb rubbed the sticky fluid on the penis head. She then tried to pull the foreskin up. This was a pretty painful experience for me. Till then I could never pull my foreskin up when I was erect and today I was at my hardest and it was being pulled up.

I began to stop her due to pain but she stopped me. Using my own pre-cum she began to lubricate my cock and at the same time pull the skin up. I was so much in pain that I forgot everything about her boobs and the pleasure I was getting. I asked her to stop but she again stopped me telling me to stop being a crybaby. I guess, she knew how to use the right words. She had challenged a growing man’s ego and then I stopped complaining.

Looking at me she smiled. Her smile was hypnotic and I was completely engrossed in it. Then keeping the cock in her hand while gently rubbing it she came back to me and began to kiss me. I totally forgot about my pain and then after a while she just pulled the foreskin completely up with a jerk.

I jumped, but she held me tight. Kissed me again and simultaneously turned around and put her mouth on my cock, covering it completely with her saliva. This was again a shocking experience for me. A penis for me was a dirty thing and had never thought that anybody would put it in the mouth, but that’s what was happening to me.

The hot and soft mouth covered my penis completely and within seconds my pain had vanished. The discomfort was still there but no pain. My teacher continued to suck my penis and I had begun to enjoy it. Can you imagine the person who was a thing of desire for every male in my school was actually sucking my cock?

Then another kind of excitement began to take over me. My wet and hard penis began to throb. I knew, I was about to release my load. This again was a problem for my inexperienced mind. I pushed my teacher, but she wouldn’t let me go. Somehow I managed to push her away and the moment she left my cock, I erupted like a volcano.

My hot and sticky cum was bursting out of the tip and spreading everywhere. It was on teacher’s face, her breasts, her bed, on my stomach, even on the ground. I had never erupted so strongly. I was in a shock for having dirtied her and her room. I couldn’t look her in her eyes, and when I managed to gather enough courage to do so, I found her smiling naughtily.

I blurted, ma’am, I am sorry. She did not say anything and just hugged me and kissed me again. I knew, she wasn’t angry with me. We continued to lie down in her bed in each other’s arms. I had begun to love my new friend. Then I dozed off for a while. When I woke up I again felt teacher’s mouth on my cock. She was enjoying my cock like a lollypop.

But this time I could see her lovely ass turned towards me. There was a lovely lacy panty covering her private parts. I had never seen a woman’s genitals till then and looking at the opportunity I put my hand on her buttocks. She stopped sucking me and realizing that I had woken up she smiled and pushed her buttocks closer to my face.
There was an unfamiliar smell reaching my nose. It was little stale and flowery at the same time. It was different and it was exciting to smell it. I gently felt her butt and the genitals. The panty was completely wet. Then I slowly put my fingers inside the panty. It was all warm and wet and little sticky.

I was also feeling a little dirty for being so close to her genitals. But I could not stop myself. I kept on feeling the area. It too was soft like cotton. And she too did not have much hair there. I then pulled the panty down. Man, it was a site to look at. It was clean and there was some sticky fluid coming out of the buns. I felt nervous and dirty but her genitals were like magnets, pulling me closer and closer to them.

The smell became overpowering for me. I touched it gently, feeling the liquid. It was hot to touch. She turned around and asked, “do you like it?” I simply did not know what to say. “Do you find it dirty?” Man, she was a mind reader. I nodded my head slowly. She responded, “don’t worry, it’s a natural reaction as you are still young. You will learn to like it pretty soon”.

Saying so, she went back to my cock. Since I had ejaculated a few minutes ago, this time I was able to control myself a lot better and was actually enjoying the sucking. She turned around and asked me, “won’t you suck me too?” I did not know what to say. She did not say anything and went back to cock sucking.

Feeling guilty, I began to make up my mind about sucking her vagina. I moved my head closer. It was so big and so sticky and so hot from such a close distance that I began to feel being pulled in to the vagina. It was the color of pastel pink with some interesting folds of skin. There was a small mound of skin a little above.

My mouth moved towards the cunt and my tongue automatically came out. I was expecting to taste something that was horrible to taste but I sure was in for a surprise. Her juice was sweet and salty at the same time. It was something I had never tasted in my life. I moved ahead more confidently now and began to play with my tongue, lips and sometimes teeth.

I don’t have words to describe my experience. It was just too cool. I had actually begun to enjoy the juices. With my tongue probing her cunt, she began to move her hips in rhythm with my movements. She continued to lick my cock. Suddenly she pushed me a little and then was on top of me. I did not know it then but this is what people call position 69.

Now I was enjoying the act of giving and receiving at the same time. This sweet “bengalan” was a real master of the art and I had begun to feel grateful to her for choosing me to be her pet :-)
We continued for many minutes. And suddenly I felt my head being crushed by her thighs and my face pressed by her cunt. I was chocking but my pleasure giving motions were continuing and the pressure continued to increase from all sides. Her sucking speed on my penis was increasing and all of a sudden I was drenched in a shower of hot fluid.

I stopped, believing that she had peed on me, but in reality she had not pissed. She was chocking me like anything. I felt a little dirty but I noticed that this time the sense of feeling dirty had reduced considerably. I wasn’t worried any more but was looking forward to being peed upon by her again.

After a while, she relaxed and with a sigh slipped off me. I kept lying down, trying to catch my breath but she wouldn’t let me alone. She pulled me towards her and made me align with her head to toe and holding me in her arms, closed her eyes and went off to sleep. I manage to pull a sheet over both of us and the warmth also made me sleepy. I too drifted off into a peaceful slumber. I guess, we woke up almost two hours later. It was about four in the afternoon.

I had never ever felt so light and relaxed in my life than that very moment. Our body’s warmth was not allowing us to leave the bed and we once again began the process to discover each other. Though both of us were hungry, we started to kiss and feel each other. I had begun to get hard again. Ma’am too was feeling my body with her warm hands. After some time we began to get hot again.

And then all of a sudden, it happened…

It came as a shock to both of us. There was someone at the door, ringing the bell. Within a second, I separated from her and rushed to pick my clothes. She too went for her Kaftan, but she was calmer than I was. She slowly picked it up and while wearing it, moved towards the main door.

That was a neighbor who had come to meet her to enquire about her daughter’s tuitions. While she talked with her, I got dressed. Then I heard her calling me, “Ballu, please wait for a while and I will help you with the cupboard.” I heard her explaining to the neighbor that she was busy rearranging her furniture and had invited her “best” student from the school to help her out.

Well, after that she made some snacks for all of us and after a while, I left for my home. As I was leaving she told me that I should not tell other boys of my class that I had helped her rearrange her furniture, otherwise they may tease me of being the teacher’s pet. The neighbor lady smiled hearing this, but I got the message.

I knew it was a warning and a request for secrecy disguised into one. Then she asked me if I could come over the next week so as to finish the work. I replied in affirmative. With that promise and hope for much more in my heart, I left my teacher’s home a happy and experienced… almost a man :-)

Well that’s all for this time.


-Submitted by Anonymous,India

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Sunday, February 21, 2010

Hi friends, My name is Rajesh and I am from Chandigarh. This story is not a fantasy but my own experience when I was 20-21 year old. My father had big family and I am the only son of my parents. Because of middle class earning of my father I have to give tuitions to small children so that I can pay my collage fees.

One day my uncle asked me why you go far for giving tuitions as they knew one businessman family nearby whose children needs tuitions. I reached that particular house with my uncle reference and found that I have to teach two small children whose mental IQ was very poor. I felt bad as I have to work hard to teach these children but when I saw their mother, I was stunned. She was just 6-7 years older than me and have a stunning Sikhni body figure. A perfect 36’ 24’ 36’ figure. I fixed my remuneration and timing for study and returned home to come back next day. I was very relaxed as now I don’t have to go 14 kms one way to give tuition on cycle.

But I was not aware that fate was more pleased on me and something more exciting was stored for me. Every day I spent approximately 02-03 hours in that house and every day I got my dose of refreshment through their servant or through mother of children. Everything was going smooth until one day when I was sitting on bed while teaching and my hand suddenly slipped under one pillow and I found that a book was kept there. I pulled it out and surprised to note that it was a sex magazine with XX sex stories. After tuition I sent children out and called their mother and enquired about that magazine. She simply said that it is her husband who used to read these books and he might accidentally left this book under pillow in night. I was bit nervous but gather courage to ask whether I can take this book home as I also want to know what was inside it. She said “OK, but returned it by tomorrow” as her husband may ask for it and she doesn’t want to tell him that she has given it to me.

I took this magazine home but did not read it as I was addicted to read MASTRAM stories and used to jerk myself off once or twice. Next day while returning magazine to that lady I gather my courage and asked lady whether she also used to read these stories or not. She said “Yes sometimes” and this was the turning point. Immediately I said “I can give her more better magazine with exciting stories” but took her promise that she will not show it to her husband. She hesitantly agreed and next day I handed her a MASTRAM story book. Next day it was Sunday and my off day. On Monday when I finished my teaching, she came to me and sent her children out. My heart start pumping fast. This was the first time she and me was alone in this room and she was holding MASTRAM book in her hand. She asked me, “Why do you read such dirty books, it is better for you to get married and have fun”. I am a big opportunist and immediately I responded “Bhabi what will I do with my wife as I do not know anything about woman”. She said “you will learn everything once you get married” “I don’t want to be a looser on my first night” I snapped and asked her “Bhabi why don’t you teach me something about this before I took this sex examination” . She was already hot after reading MASTRAM stories. She was caught unaware by this sentence and replied “OK, I will teach you someday” and she left the room. I was on seventh sky I was going to see, touch and feel any female body for the first time in my life. I reached home and masturbate twice that day thinking of next happenings.

As now I was looking for appropriate day but that day was not coming so one day after sending children out, I tried my luck and caught her hand and begged that she must tell me more about female body and begged her to show me her nude body. She shivered with my touch and asked with lust in her eyes “what do you want to know from me, don’t you have any girl friend, go and ask her” I said “I swear I don’t have any girl friend and I never seen any nude female body” . Now she was left with no answer and said “OK”. We both entered their bathroom and she slowly lifted her kameez (shirt). My heart bounce back in my mouth because in my life I have never seen such live things. She had marvelous boobs. They were rock solid even after birth of two children. She stopped there but when I touched her nipples and she moan ahhhhhhhhhh…….. my dick start rising. I begged her to open her salwar (lower) also but she refused, but now I took control of her and put my first kiss on her nipple. Ohhhhhhhhh….. she exclaimed and I pulled her nara. Her salwar fall down on floor and behold she was wearing no underwear and her shaved pussy was in front of my eyes. I was in a state of unbelief as I was seeing a nude lady for the first time. She tried to cover her pussy with one hand and her boobs with other. But I wasted no time and I put a lip kiss. She shivered ….ummmmm………. as I lowered my mouth from her lips to her nipples and then towards her pussy. As I kissed her shaved pussy she moaned again ohhhhh……………. and tries to push my mouth towards her pussy. I was totally new to these things and knew nothing. I was foolish I should have fingered her to orgasam but instead I pull out my dick from my pant as this was too much for me to handle. She opened her eyes and simply took my dick in her hand. This was not new for her. She stroked it. I wanted to put my trobbing dick in her dripping pussy but she refused as this was not the place nor time for it. But I was desperate to cum then and there otherwise it would spoil my underwear. She was mature and knew about my situation. So she simply give me a blow job ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…….. ahhhhhhhhh… I cried and after five minutes I shoot my cum about three feet away. My dick immediately lowered its position. I kiss her passionately all over her body before she re-dress herself. We left bathroom with promise to meet next day.

Now it becomes almost every day routine for me to get my share of satisfaction in their bathroom or in staircase whose two doors could be locked from inside and she never complaint whether I was giving her pleasure or not. But one day when I read about ‘G’ spot of ladies in a sex magazine, I decided to try it on her. Next day when I started my sex game with her she tried to pull out my dick from my pant to give me blow job as usual but I stopped her and opened her salwar instead. She was bit amused when I put my hand on her pussy and tried to open her pussy lips. First she moaned umhhhhhh……… but immediately stopped my hand saying “your hand will become dirty” but I didn’t stopped and carry on with my work. I opened her pussy lips to find what inside was with my fingers. She started moaning slowly ohhhhhh……..raj……. plzzzz ….. don’t……umh………. Suddenly I find a tip in that spot and when I take it in my two fingers and start mashing it she gone mad and kissed me badly and make noise ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh……..ahhhhhhhhh……… raj you will kill me……… plzzzzzzzzz do it ….. I love you raj…………. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh……. and some water start flowing on my hand and her moan increased ahhhhhhhhhhhh…………….ohhh………. suddenly her body ached and she grabbed my dick from my pant and tried to pull it out. I helped her. She took it in her hand and start fondling my balls and my erect dick. As I keep rubbing her pussy, she again ached her body and said I am cuming I am cumming ohhhhhhhh….. ahhhhhhhhhh……… raaaaaaaaaaaaaj……… and she almost clappsed in my arms. Her juice was flowing on my hand. I was bit nervous what was happening to her, but after few minutes she regained her concise and kissed me lovingly and said that her husband is drunk and he never give her such pleasure. Then she said “ since you have given me a memorable day, so I will also give you a new thing that you will never forget in your life”. I was amazed but before I could say any thing she lowered herself and put my limp dick in her mouth. I was stunned as I could not imagine such thing from this lady. Immediately my dick jumped back to life and start throbbing in her lusty mouth. She looked upward while sucking my dick ohh…….. I cannot forget those eyes till date. Her mouth was working on my dick and her hair were falling on her face again and again so I garb them and took in one of my hand now I can see her face clearly after few minutes I start moaning ahhhhhhhhh……..ohhhhhhhhhh…. ….. as her mouthful of feeling giving me a divine pleasure. After ten minutes I felt something boiling inside me and I knew it was the end of my game. As I don’t want to spoil her mouth so I asked her to stop and do it with her hand. She understood and started it with her hand. My fluid start running towards my tips and ohhhhhhhhhh……………..ahhhhhhhhhhhh…… ummmmmmmmm…………. I cried as my cum landed on her left cheek. She smiled and kissed my lips. We were both very happy on that day. We dressed up and I whispered in her ears that I want to fuck her pussy but on bed with full foreplay. She said that she too want me in her bed but presence of her servant and children were main hindrance. She promised to call me when her husband, children and servant will be out for more than 4- 5 hours.

I didn’t have to wait long for her call as on one Sunday my mother told me that there was a phone call for me from the mother of my tuition kids and she wanted me to teach her children for extra time on that Sunday between 2 pm to 6 pm. I got the massage……….. and started for her house. But I will tell me about this in my next story, if you wish.

Presently I living alone in beautiful mountains because of my service conditions. Any lonely lady can contact me on my e-mail ID : raj4lv@ yahoo.in for erotic email or can share her thoughts. Secrecy assured.

-Submitted by Rajesh,Chandigarh.

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Saturday, February 20, 2010

KP editor: I don't know tamil guys,...so, I don't know if the story is good or bad.. any tamil guys read it and leave comments..

ро╖ோрокройாро╡ிрой் роЪோроо рокாройроо்

ро╡ிройோрод் родроЯ்роЯிро▓் роЗро░ுрои்род роТро░ு ро╡ாро┤ைрок்рокро┤род்родை роОроЯுрод்родு ро╡рои்родродுроо், ро╡ெро▒ுроо் роЬாроХ்роХெроЯ் роороЯ்роЯுроо் роЕрогிрои்родு рооெрод்родைропிро▓் рокроЯுрод்родுроХ் роХிроЯрои்род ро╖ோрокройா “роОрой்рой рокроЪிроХ்роХுродா?” роОрой்ро▒ாро│்

“роо்….роОройроХ்роХிро▓்ро▓ை…..роЙроЩ்роХ родроЩ்роХроЪ்роЪி роХுроЯ்роЯி ро╖ோрокройாро╡ுроХ்роХு!” роОрой்ро▒ு роЕро╡ро│ிрой் ро╡ро┤ு ро╡ро┤ு роОрой роЗро░ுрои்род роЪро▒்ро▒ு рокро░ுрод்род родொроЯைроХро│ை родроЯро╡ிроХ் роХொроЯுрод்родрокроЯி, роЗро░рог்роЯு роХாро▓்роХро│ைропுроо் ро╡ிро░ிрод்родு роЕродрой் роироЯுро╡ிро▓் рокோроп் роЕрооро░்рои்родு роЕро╡ро│் рооுро▓ை рооேро▓் родро▓ை ро╡ைрод்родு рокроЯுрод்родுроХ் роХொрог்роЯாрой்.

“ропாро░ுроЯா роЕродு…. родроЩ்роХроЪ்роЪிропா ?”

ро╡ிройிропிрой் рооாро░்рокு роЕро╡ро│் ро╡ропிро▒்ро▒ிро▓் рокроЯ்роЯிро░ுроХ்роХ, роЕро╡рой் роЬாроХ்роХெроЯ்роЯிро▓் рооுроЯ்роЯிроХ் роХொрог்роЯு роиிро▒்роХுроо் родிро░роЯ்роЪிропாрой рооுро▓ைроХро│ை ро╡ெроХுроЕро░ுроХிро▓் рокாро░்род்родுроХ் роХொрог்роЯே, “роиாроЩ்роХ роОроЩ்роХ ‘родроЯிропை’ родроо்рокிрой்ройு роЪிро▓ роЪрооропроо் роХிрог்роЯро▓ா роЪொро▓்ро▓ுро╡ோроо்….роЕродு рокோро▓…роЙроЩ்роХ….рокுрог்роЯைропைрод் родாрой்…” роОрой்ро▒родுроо் ро╖ோрокройா…”…роПроп்…роЪ்роЪீ…роЗродு роОродுроХ்роХுроЯா роЗрок்рок” роОрой்ро▒ு роЪொро▓்ро▓ிропрокроЯி роЕро╡рой் рооுроХрод்родை роЕро╡ро│் рооுро▓ைроХро│் рооேро▓் ро╡ைрод்родு родேроп்род்родாро│். рооுро▓ை рокிродுроЩ்роХி роЪродைроХро│் ро╡ெро│ிропே ро╡ро░ родுроЯிрод்родродு. “ро╡ெропிроЯ்…..” роОрой்ро▒ு роЪொро▓்ро▓ிропрокроЯி рокிродுроЩ்роХிроп роЬாроХ்роХெроЯ்роЯைроХ் роХроЯிрод்род роЕро╡рой் родро▓ைропை роХீро┤ே рокிроЯிрод்родு родро│்ро│ிройாро│்.

ро╡ிройி рооுроХрод்родை роЕро╡ро│் ро╡ропிро▒்ро▒ிро▓், родொрок்рокுро│ிро▓் родேроп்род்родு рооுрод்родроо் роХொроЯுрод்родுроХ் роХொрог்роЯே, рооெрой்рооைропாрой роЕроЯி ро╡ропிро▒்ро▒ிро▓ுроо் рооுрод்родроо் роХொроЯுроХ்роХ ро╖ோрокройாро╡ுроХ்роХு роЙроЯро▓் рокுро▓்ро▓ро░ிрод்родродு. роТро░ு роЕро╡роЪро░род்родோроЯு роХாро▓்роХро│ை ро╡роЪродிропாроп் ро╡ிро░ிрод்родு ро╡ைрод்родாро│். ро╡ிро░ிрод்родு ро╡ைрод்род роХாро▓்роХро│ுроХ்роХு роироЯுро╡ிро▓் ро╡роЪродிропாроп் рокроЯுрод்родுроХ் роХொрог்роЯு роЕрои்род рооொро┤ு рооொро┤ு роОрой்ро▒ роЪுрод்родрооாроп் ро╖ேро╡் роЪெроп்род рокрогிропாро░род்родை роироХ்роХ роЖро░роо்рокிрод்родாрой். рооெродுро╡ாроп் роХроЯிрод்родு роЗро┤ுроХ்роХ рокூро╡ுроХ்роХுро│் роЗро░ுрои்родு роХாроород்родேрой் рокொроЩ்роХி роХроЪிрои்родродு. ‘ро░ெроЯிропாроп் родாрой் роЗро░ுроХ்роХிро▒ாро│்’ роОрой роиிройைрод்родு рокро┤род்родை рооெродுро╡ாроп் рокுрог்роЯைропிро▓் родேроп்род்родு роЙро│்ро│ே роЗро░ுрои்род роЗродро┤்роХро│ைрок் рокிро░ிрод்родு ро╡ிроЯ்роЯு роУроЯ்роЯைроХ்роХுро│் родிрогிроХ்роХрок் рокாро░்род்родாрой். ро╖ோрокройாро╡ுроХ்роХு рокுро░ிрои்родு роЕро╡ро│ுроо் роЙродро╡ி роЪெроп்роп роЕродு рокро┤ுроХ்роХாрод рокро┤роо் роОрой்рокродாро▓் роИро╕ிропாроп் рокுрог்роЯைроХ்роХுро│் роЪெрой்ро▒родு.

роХாро▓்рокாроХ рокро┤роо் роХாроо்рокோроЯு ро╡ெро│ிропே роиீроЯ்роЯிроХ் роХொрог்роЯிро░ுроХ்роХ, ро╡ிройி роЗрок்рокோродு роХுройிрои்родு роЕро╡ро│் рокро░ுрок்рокிро▓் роироХ்роХ роЖро░роо்рокிрод்родாрой். роЙрогро░்роЪ்роЪிроХро│் ро╖ோрокройாро╡ுроХ்роХு роЪро░ роЪро░ро╡ெрой роКро▒்ро▒ெроЯுроХ்роХ роЖро░роо்рокிроХ்роХ, роЕро╡рой் родро▓ைропை роХெроЯ்роЯிропாроп் рокிроЯிрод்родுроХ் роХொрог்роЯாро│். роХாроо்рокைрок் рокிроЯிрод்родு рокро┤род்родை рооெродுро╡ாроп் роТро░ு роХைропாро▓் роЕроЪைрод்родுроХ் роХொрог்роЯே, ро╡ிройி роЕро╡ро│் ропோройிропிрой் роЗродро┤்роХро│ைропுроо் роХிро│ிроЯோро░ிро╕ைропுроо் роТро░ே роиேро░род்родிро▓் роироХ்роХி ро╡ிроЯ்роЯு роЕро╡ро│ுроХ்роХு роЪொро░்роХ்роХрод்родைроХ் роХாроЯ்роЯிройாрой். роЕро╡ро│் роЗродு рокோрой்ро▒ роЗрой்рокрод்родை роЕройுрокро╡ிрод்родродே роЗро▓்ро▓ை. роТро░ே роЪрооропрод்родிро▓் рокுрог்роЯைроХ்роХுро│் родроЯிропாроп் роТрой்ро▒ு роЕроЪைроп, роХிро│ிроЯ்роЯோро░ிроЪிро▓் роиாроХ்роХிрой் роироХ்роХро▓் роЪுроХроо் роХிроЯைроХ்роХ рокுродு роЪுроХрод்родிро▓் родிроХ்роХுрооுроХ்роХாроЯிрок் рокோройாро│். ро╖ோрокройா роЗроЯுрок்рокை роЖроЯ்роЯிропрокроЯி родூроХ்роХி родூроХ்роХி роХொроЯுрод்родрокроЯி….’…ро╡ாро╡்…….роо்роо்роо்……роЖ… .” роОрой்ро▒ு рокிродро▒்ро▒ிроХ் роХொрог்роЯே роЕро╡рой் родро▓ைропைропுроо் ро╡ிроЯாрооро▓் роЕрооுроХ்роХ, ро╡ிройி ро╡ேроХрод்родைроХ் роХூроЯ்роЯி роЪрок்рокி роЗро┤ுрод்родு ро╡ிроЯ்роЯродுроо் роЕро╡ро│ுроХ்роХு роЖро░்роХாроЪроо் ро╡ெроЯிрод்родு роХிро│роо்рокிропродு. рокро┤род்родை роЙро░ுро╡ி ро╡ெро│ிропே роОроЯுрод்родு ро╡ிроЯ்роЯு ро╡ிройி роОро┤ுрои்родு роЕро╡ро│் рокроХ்роХрод்родிро▓் роЪெрой்ро▒ு рокроЯுрод்родுроХ் роХொро│்ро│ ро╖ோрокройா роЕро╡рой் рооாро░்рокிро▓் роЪாроп்рои்родு роХроЯ்роЯிроХ் роХொрог்роЯாро│். роЕро╡ро│் рооாро░்рокிро▓் роЪாроп்рои்родродுроо் ро╡ிройிроХ்роХு роЪрои்родோроЪрооாроп் роЗро░ுрои்родродு.

ро╖ோрокройா роЕро╡рой் рооாро░்рокிро▓் роЗро░ுрои்род рооாро░்рокுроХ்роХாроо்рокை ро╡ாропாро▓் роХро╡்ро╡ி роЗро┤ுрод்родு ро╡ிро│ைропாроЯ்роЯாроп் роЪுро╡ைрод்родாро│்.роЕро╡рой் роЕро╡ро│் рооுродுроХிро▓் роЬாроХ்роХெроЯ்роЯுроХ்роХு рооேро▓், роЗроЯுрок்рокிро▓் роОрой்ро▒ு роХைроХро│ை ро╡ிро│ைропாроЯ ро╡ிроЯ்роЯு, роЕро╡ро│் роХுрог்роЯிроХ்роХு роЪெрой்ро▒ு роЕро┤ுрод்родிроЪ் рокிроЪைрои்родாрой். “..рооெродு рооெродுрой்ройு ро╕ாрок்роЯா роЗро░ுроХ்роХே…” роОрой்ро▒рокроЯி роЗроЯுрок்рокுроХ்роХுроо் роХுрог்роЯிроХ்роХுроо் роХைроХро│ை роЕро▓ைроп ро╡ிроЯ்роЯாрой். ро╖ோрокройா роЕро╡рой் рооாро░்рокை ро╡ро░ுроЯிроХ் роХொроЯுрод்родுроХ் роХொрог்роЯே роХைропை роХீро┤ே роЗро▒роХ்роХி роЕро╡рой் роЬроЯ்роЯி рооேро▓் рокுроЯைрод்родுроХ் роХொрог்роЯிро░ுрои்род родроЯிропை родроЯро╡ிроХ் роХொроЯுрод்родрокроЯிропே….”роо்роо்роо்роо்роо். роЙрой் роЗродு роХро▓்ро▓ு рооாродிро░ி роЗро░ுроХ்роХே… роЗродு рокொро▓்ро▓ாродродு…” роОрой்ро▒ு роЪொро▓்ро▓ிропрокроЯி роЕро╡ро│் роЕродை роЬроЯ்роЯிропிро▓் роЗро░ுрои்родு ро╡ெро│ிропே роОроЯுрод்родாро│். роЕродு ро╡ீроЪ்роЪро░ுро╡ாро│் рокோро▓் роЪро▒்ро▒ு ро╡ро│ைрои்родு родроЯிрод்родு роиிро▒்роХ, ро╖ோрокройா роЕродை родроЯро╡ிроХ் роХொроЯுрод்родாро│்.

“родேроЩ்роХாроп் роЙро░ிроХ்роХ роЕродு ро░ெроЯிропாропிро░ுроЪ்роЪி..роиீроЩ்роХ?”

“роЕроп்ропோ….роЕродு ро╡ேрогாроо் ро╡ிройி…..роЕродை роЙрой்роХிроЯ்роЯ роЪெроп்ропுро▒родு…….роЬропோ..роиீропே рокрог்рогு.” роОрой்ро▒ு роЕро╡ро│் ро╡ெроЯ்роХрод்родிро▓் рооுроХрод்родை роЕро╡рой் рооாро░்рокிро▓் рокுродைрод்родு рооро▒ுрок்рокிро▓் родро▓ைропроЪைроХ்роХ, “роиீроЩ்роХ роЗрой்ройைроХ்роХு родрок்рокிроХ்роХ рооுроЯிропாродு..” роОрой்ро▒рокроЯி роЕро╡ро│் роЗроЯுрок்рокைрод் родроЯро╡ிройாрой். роЕро╡ро│் рокேроЪாрооро▓் роЗро░ுроХ்роХ роЕро╡ро│் роХро┤ுрод்родிро▓் родроЯро╡ிроХ் роХொроЯுрод்родாрой். роХாродுроороЯро▓்роХро│ிро▓் роиாроХ்роХாро▓் ро╡ро░ுроЯி ро╡ிроЯ்роЯு роХро┤ுрод்родுроХ்роХு роХொрог்роЯு ро╡рои்родாрой். ‘роПрой் роЪெроЮ்роЪா роОрой்рой?” роОрой்ро▒ு роЕро╡рой் роХெроЮ்роЪிроХ் роХேроЯ்роЯродுроо் “роЕроЯ்ро▓ீро╕்роЯ் ро▓ைроЯ்роЯைропாро╡родு роЖрок் рокрог்рогிроЯро▓ாроо்роЯா” роОрой்ро▒родுроо் ро╡ிройி роЪро░ி роОрой்ро▒ாрой். ро╖ோрокройா роОро┤ுрои்родு рооெропிрой் ро╡ிро│роХ்роХை роЕрогைрод்родு ро╡ிроЯ்роЯு роиைроЯ் ро▓ேроо்рокை роЖрой் роЪெроп்родாро│். ро╡ிройி роОро┤ுрои்родு роЬроЯ்роЯிропை рооுро┤ுродுроо் роХро┤роЯ்роЯி ро╡ிроЯ்роЯு рокெроЯ்роЯிрой் роУро░род்родிро▓் роЙроЯ்роХாро░ роЪிроХрок்рокு роиிро▒ роиைроЯ் ро▓ேроо்рокிро▓் роЕро╡ро│் рокாродி роиிро░்ро╡ாрогрооாроп் рокроЯுроХ்роХை роиோроХ்роХி роироЯрои்родு ро╡ро░ роЕро╡ро│ைропே ро╡ெро▒ிрод்родுрок் рокாро░்род்родாрой். ро╡ெро│ிропே рокாроЯ்роЯு роХேроЯ்роЯродு.

‘роЪொро▓்ро▓ிрод் родро░ро╡ா.. роЪொро▓்ро▓ிрод் родро░ро╡ா рооெро▓்ро▓ рооெро▓்ро▓ ро╡ா ро╡ா роЕро░ுроХே….
роЕро│்ро│ிрод் родро░ро╡ா…роЕро│்ро│ிрод் родро░ро╡ா…роЕро│்ро│ роЕро│்ро│ родீро░ாродே роЕро┤роХே’

ро╖ோрокройா роЕро╡рой் роЕро░ுроХிро▓் ро╡рои்родு роиிрой்ро▒ு роХொрог்роЯродுроо் роЗро░рог்роЯு роХைроХро│ைропுроо் роЕро╡ро│் роЗроЯுрок்рокைроЪ் роЪுро▒்ро▒ி ро╡ро│ைрод்родு роЕро╡ро│் роЬாроХ்роХெроЯ்роЯுроХ்роХு роХீро┤் рооுроХрод்родை ро╡ைроХ்роХ роЕро╡ро│் роХро┤ுрод்родிро▓் роЗро░ுрои்род роОро▓்ро▓ா роироХைроХро│ைроХ் роХро┤роЯ்роЯி рокроХ்роХрод்родிро▓் ро╡ைрод்родாро│். роЬрой்ройро▓் ро╡ро┤ிропே роЬிро▓் роОрой்ро▒ு роЗродрооாрой роХாро▒்ро▒ு роЙро│்ро│ே роиுро┤ைрои்родродு. ро╡ிройி роЕро╡ро│் роЬாроХ்роХெроЯ் рокроЯ்роЯрой்роХро│ை роХро┤роЯ்роЯроЪ் роЪொрой்ройாрой். ро╖ோрокройாро╡ுроо் роТро╡்ро╡ொро░ு рокроЯ்роЯрой்роХро│ாроп் роХро┤роЯ்роЯ, рокроЯ் рокроЯ் роОрой рокроЯ்роЯрой்роХро│் роЕро╡ிро┤ுроо் роУроЪை роЕро╡рой் родро╡ிрок்рокைроХ் роХூроЯ்роЯிропродு. роЬாроХ்роХெроЯ்роЯுроХ்роХுро│் рок்ро░ாро╡ுроо் роЕродிро▓் роиிро▒ைрои்родு ро╡ро┤ிропுроо் рооாро░்рокுроо், роХாроо்рокைроЪ் роЪுро▒்ро▒ிроп роХро░ுро╡роЯ்роЯрооுроо் родெро░ிрои்родродு. роЕро╡рой் роЕро╡ро│் родொроЯைроХро│ிрой் рокிрой்рокроХ்роХрод்родை ро╡ро░ுроЯிроХ் роХொроЯுрод்родுроХ் роХொрог்роЯுроо், рооро▒ுроХைропாро▓் роЗроЯுрок்рокை рокிроЯிрод்родு роХроЪроХ்роХிроХ் роХொрог்роЯுроо் роЕро╡ро│் роЬாроХ்роХெроЯ் роХро┤роЯ்роЯுроо் роЕро┤роХை ро░роЪிрок்рокродைрок் рокாро░்род்родு ро╖ோрокройா “рокாро░்ро╡ைропைрок் рокாро░ு” роОрой்ро▒рокроЯி рооுроХрод்родைроЪ் роЪுро░ுроХ்роХி родро▓ைропை роЕроЪைрод்родு роЕро┤роХு роХாроЯ்роЯிройாро│். роЬாроХ்роХெроЯ்роЯைроХ் роХро┤роЯ்роЯிропродுроо் ро╡ிройி роЕро╡ро│் рооுродுроХிро▓் родроЯро╡ி рок்ро░ாро╡ைропுроо் роХро┤роЯ்роЯி ро╡ிроЯ ро╖ோрокройாро╡ிрой் рооுро┤ு роЕро┤роХுроо், роЙроЯро▓் ро╡ро│ைро╡ுроХро│ுроо், рооாро░்рокிрой் ро╡ройрок்рокுроо் роЖро│ைроХ் роХிро▒роЩ்роХроЯிрод்родродு.

ро╖ோрокройாро╡ிрой் рокிрой்ройிроп роХூрои்родро▓ிро▓் рокூроХ்роХро│் роороЯ்роЯுрооே роЗро░ுроХ்роХ, роиிрой்ро▒ு роХொрог்роЯிро░ுрои்род роЕро╡ро│ை роЗро┤ுрод்родு роЕрогைрод்родு “роОрой்ройை роТро░ேропроЯிропாроп் роХொро▓்ро▓ுро▒ீроЩ்роХро│ே” роОрой்ро▒рокроЯி роЕро╡ро│் рооாро░்рокுроХ்роХு роироЯுро╡ிро▓் рооுроХроо் рокுродைрод்родாрой். роЕрои்род ро╡ெродுро╡ெродுрок்рокாрой роЗро░рог்роЯு рооுро▓ைроХро│ைропுроо் рооுроХрод்родாро▓ுроо், роХрой்ройрод்родாро▓ுроо் родроЯро╡ிроХ் роХроЪроХ்роХ ро╖ோрокройா роЕро╡рой் родро▓ைропை родроЯро╡ிроХ் роХொроЯுрод்родрокроЯிропே роЕрогைрод்родுроХ் роХொрог்роЯாро│். рооுро▓ைропிрой் роЕроЯிрок்рокроХ்роХ роЪродைроХро│ை роиாроХ்роХாро▓் родроЯро╡ிроХ் роХொроЯுрод்родாрой். рооெродுро╡ாроп் рооேро▓ேро▒ி ро╡ிро░ைрод்родிро░ுрои்род рооாро░்рокுроХ் роХாроо்рокைропுроо் роЕродைроЪ் роЪுро▒்ро▒ி роЗро░ுрои்род роХро░ுро╡роЯ்роЯрод்родைропுроо் роироХ்роХி ро╡ிроЯ்роЯродுроо் роЕро╡ро│் роЙрогро░்роЪ்роЪிроХро│் родூрог்роЯрок்рокроЯ “ро╡ாроп்роХ்роХுро│்ро│ ро╡роЪ்роЪுрок் рокрог்рогு ро╡ிройி” роОрой்ро▒ு роЕро╡ро│் родро▓ைропை роЕрооுроХ்роХ, роЕро╡ро│் роЪொрой்ройрокроЯி роЪெроп்родாрой். роЗро░рог்роЯு рооுро▓ைроХро│ைропுроо் роТро╡்ро╡ொрой்ро▒ாроп் роЗро┤ுрод்родுроЪ் роЪுро╡ைроХ்роХ роЕро╡ро│் роЕро╡рой் роХро┤ுрод்родைропுроо் рооுродுроХைропுроо் родроЯро╡ிроХ் роХொроЯுрод்родாро│். ро╖ோрокாройாро╡ுроХ்роХு роЙроЯро▓ுроХ்роХுро│் роХாроороо் рокро▒்ро▒ி роОро░ிроп роЖро░роо்рокிрод்родродு. рооுро▓ைроХро│ைропுроо் роЕродрой் роХாроо்рокைропுроо் роЕро╡рой் ро╡ிроЯாрооро▓் роЗро┤ுрод்родுроЪ் роЪுро╡ைроХ்роХ роЕро╡ро│ுроХ்роХு рокுрог்роЯைропிро▓் роХாроо роиீро░் рооீрог்роЯுроо் рокொроЩ்роХ роЖро░роо்рокிрод்родродு.

ро╡ிройிропிрой் родோро│ைрок் рокிроЯிрод்родு рокроЯுроХ்роХைропிро▓் рооெродுро╡ாроп் роЕро╡ро│் родро│்ро│ிропродுроо் ро╡ிройி роироХро░்рои்родு родро▓ைропрогைропிро▓் родро▓ைро╡ைрод்родு рокроЯுрод்родுроХ் роХொро│்ро│ ро╖ோрокройா роХுройிрои்родு роорог்роЯிропிроЯ்роЯு роЕро╡ройை роиெро░ுроЩ்роХி ро╡рои்родாро│். ро╡ிройிроХ்роХு роЗродропроо் ро╡ேроХрооாроп் родுроЯிрод்родродு. роЕро░ைроХுро▒ை ро╡ெро│ிроЪ்роЪрод்родிро▓் роЕро╡ро│் рооாро░்рокுроХро│் роЕроЪைроп рокிрой்ройро▓் роТро░ு рокроХ்роХроо் роЪро░ிрои்родு роЖроЯ роЕро╡ройை роиெро░ுроЩ்роХி роЕро╡ройродு роЗроЯுрок்рокுроХ்роХு роЗро░ுрокроХ்роХрооுроо் роЕро╡ро│родு роЗро░рог்роЯு рооுроЯ்роЯிроХро│ைропுроо் ро╡ைрод்родு роЕро╡рой் рооேро▓் роЪாроп்рои்родு роХொрог்роЯு ро╡ாропோроЯு ро╡ாроп் ро╡ைрод்родு рооுрод்родроо் роХொроЯுрод்родாро│். ро╡ிройி роЕро╡ро│் роЗродро┤்роХро│ைроЪ் роЪுро╡ைрод்родрокроЯி роХைроХро│ை роЕро╡ро│் рооுродுроХிро▓ுроо், роЗроЯுрок்рокு ро╡ро│ைро╡ுроХро│ிрой் рооேро▓ுроо் роУроЯ ро╡ிроЯ்роЯாрой். ро╖ோрокройா роЕро╡рой் рооேро▓் роПро▒ி роУроХ்роХрок் рокோроХிро▒ாро│் роОрой்ро▒ роОрог்рогроо் ро╡ிройிроХ்роХு роУроЯ роЕро╡рой் роХைроХро│் роХாроо роЕродிро░்роЪ்роЪிропிро▓் рооெродுро╡ாроп் роироЯுроЩ்роХ роЖро░роо்рокிрод்родродு.

ро╖ோрокройாро╡ிрой் роЕроЯிро╡ропிро▒்ро▒ிро▓் ро╡ிройிропிрой் роЪூроЯாрой родроЯி роЙро░роЪிроХ் роХொрог்роЯிро░ுрои்родродு. роЕро╡ро│் роЕро╡рой் ро╡ாропிро▓் роЗро░ுрои்родு роЙродроЯ்роЯைрок் ро╡ிроЯுро╡ிрод்родுро╡ிроЯ்роЯு роХро┤ுрод்родிро▓் рооுрод்родроо் роХொроЯுрод்родாро│். роЕро╡ро│родு роЪூроЯாрой рооுроХрооுроо் роХூрои்родро▓ிро▓் роЗро░ுрои்родு ро╡ிро▓роХிроп роЪிро▓ роиீро│ рооுроЯிроХро│ுроо் роХро┤ுрод்родிро▓் роЪுроХрооாроп் роЙро░роЪிропродு. роЕро╡ро│் роХாро▓்рооுроЯ்роЯிроХро│ை рокெроЯ்роЯிро▓் роКрой்ро▒ிропрокроЯி роиிрооிро░்рои்родு роЕро╡рой் родொроЯைроХро│ிрой் рооேро▓் роЙроЯ்роХாро░்рои்родு роХொрог்роЯாро│். ро╡ிройிропிрой் роЪுрог்рогிропைрок் рокாро░்роХ்роХ, роЕродு роЙро░ுроЯ்роЯுроХ்роХроЯ்роЯைропாроп் роЙро░ுрог்роЯு родிро░рог்роЯு роиிрой்ро▒ு роХொрог்роЯிро░ுрои்родродு. роХைроХро│ாро▓் роЕродைроЪ் роЪுро▒்ро▒ிрок் рокிроЯிрод்родு рооெродுро╡ாроп் роЙро░ுро╡ி ро╡ிроЯ்роЯாро│். ро╡ிройி “роо்роо்роо்….рокோродுроо்..” роОрой்ро▒рокроЯி роЕро╡ро│் роЗроЯுрок்рокை роЗро┤ுроХ்роХ, ро╖ோрокройா роироХро░்рои்родு рокுрог்роЯை роЕро╡ройிрой் роЪுрог்рогிропை роТроЯ்роЯி ро╡ро░ுроо் рокроЯி роЪெроп்родாро│். ро╡ிройி родроЯிропை роХைропாро▓் рокிроЯிрод்родு роЙродро╡ி роЪெроп்роп, роЕродு роЕро╡ро│் рокுрог்роЯைроХ் роХோроЯ்роЯை роЙро░роЪி роУроЯ்роЯைропைрод் родேроЯிропродு.

ро╖ோрокройா роХாро▓்роХро│ை роЕро╡рой் роЗроЯுрок்рокுроХ்роХு роЗро░ுрокுро▒рооுроо் роирой்ро▒ாроХ ро╡ிро░ிрод்родு ро╡ைрод்родாро│். роТро░ு роХைропை роороЯ்роЯுроо் рокроЯுроХ்роХைропிро▓் роКрой்ро▒ிропрокроЯி роЗроЯுрок்рокை роЪро▒்ро▒ு роЙропро░்род்родி ро╡ிройிропிрой் рооேро▓் ро╡рои்родு роЪுрог்рогிропிрой் рооேро▓் рокுрог்роЯைропை ро╡ைрод்родு роЕро┤ுрод்родроо் роХொроЯுроХ்роХ роЕродு роХிро│ிроЯ்роЯோро░ிро╕் рокроЯ்роЯு роЙро░роЪிропродு. ро╡ிройி родроЯிропை роТро░ு роХைропாро▓் рокிроЯிрод்родுроХ் роХொрог்роЯாрой். ро╖ோрокройா рокро░ுрок்рокை роЪுрог்рогிропிрой் рооேро▓் ро╡ைрод்родு рооெродுро╡ாроп் родேроп்роХ்роХ роЕро╡ро│ுроХ்роХுро│் роЙрогро░்роЪ்роЪிроХро│் родெро▒ிроХ்роХ, роЪுрог்рогிропை родрой் рокுрог்роЯைроХ்роХுро│் родிрогிроХ்роХрок் рокோройாро│். рокிроЪு рокிроЪு роОрой ропோройி роЗродро┤்роХро│் роХாрооро░роЪрод்родிро▓் роиройைрои்родிро░ுроХ்роХ, роЕро╡ро│் роЗроЯுрок்рокை ро╡ிроЯாрооро▓் роЕро┤ுрод்род роЕродு роЙро│்ро│ே рокோроХாрооро▓் роЙро░роЪி роЗрой்рокрод்родைропுроо் роЖроЪைропைропுроо் роХூроЯ்роЯ, ро╡ிройி роЗроЯுрок்рокைрод் родூроХ்роХிроХ் роХொроЯுрод்родродுроо் роЕроЯுрод்род рооுропро▒்роЪிропிро▓் рокுрог்роЯை роЕрои்род роЪுрог்рогிропிрой் рооுройைропை роЙро│்ро│ே ро╡ாроЩ்роХிроХ் роХொрог்роЯродு.

роиீрог்роЯு родроЯிрод்род роЪுрог்рогிропிрой் рооுройை роЪூроЯாрой ропோройி роЗродро┤்роХро│ை роЙро░роЪி роЙро│்ро│ே роЪெрой்ро▒родுроо் роЗро░ுро╡ро░ுроХ்роХுроо் роТро░ு ро╡ெро▒ி родொро▒்ро▒ிроХ் роХொрог்роЯродு. роХாро▓்рокாроХ роЪுрой்рогி роЙро│்ро│ே роЪெрой்ро▒родுроо் ро╖ோрокройாро╡ிрой் роЗро▒ுроХ்роХрооாрой рокுрог்роЯை роЗродро┤்роХро│் рокுродுро╡ிрод роЙрогро░்ро╡ைроХ் роХொроЯுрод்родродுроо் ро╡ிройி роЗроЯுрок்рокைрод் родூроХ்роХி роЙро│்ро│ே рооுро┤ுродுроо் ро╡ிроЯ рооுропро▒்роЪிроХ்роХ, роЕро╡ро│ுроо் роЕро╡рой் роЕроЯிро╡ропிро▒்ро▒ோроЯு роТроЯ்роЯி роЕро╡ро│родு роЙроЯро▓் рокாро░род்родை роЕро╡рой் рооேро▓் роЕро┤ுрод்родிропродுроо் роХொроЮ்роЪроо் рооுрой்ройேро▒ிропродு. роЗрой்рокроХ்роХோроЯ்роЯைропிрой் ро╡ாроЪро▓ிро▓் рооுродро▓роЯி роОроЯுрод்родு ро╡ைрод்род роЙрогро░்ро╡ு рооிродрои்родродு.

“роЙро│்ро│ே рокோропிро░ுроЪ்роЪி” роОрой்ро▒ு ро╡ிройி роЪொро▓்ро▓ ро╖ோрокройாро╡ுроХ்роХு роиாрогроо் ро╡рои்родு ро╡ிройிропிрой் рооேро▓் роЪாроп்рои்родு рокроЯுрод்родுроХ் роХொрог்роЯродுроо், ро╡ிройி роЕро╡ро│் роХுрог்роЯிропிро▓் роХைро╡ைрод்родு роЗро┤ுрод்родு роЕрогைрод்родுроХ் роХொрог்роЯு…”роЗрой்ройுроо் рооுро┤ுроЪா рокோроХроЯ்роЯுроо்..роЖроЯ்роЯுроЩ்роХ” роОрой்ро▒родுроо் роЕро╡ро│் …”роЪ்роЪீроп்” роОрой்ро▒рокроЯி рокேроЪாрооро▓் роЗро░ுрои்родாро│். ро╖ோрокройாро╡ிрой் рооுро▓ைроХро│் роЗро░рог்роЯுроо் ро╡ிройிропிрой் роЙроЯро▓ிро▓் роЕро┤ுрои்родிропிро░ுроХ்роХ, “роЗрой்ройுроо் роХொроЮ்роЪроо் роЕрооுроХ்роХுроЩ்роХ” роОрой்ро▒ு роЕро╡рой் роЕро╡ро│் роХுрог்роЯிропைрок் рокிроЪைрои்родு рокிроЯிрод்родு роЗро┤ுрод்родாрой். ро╖ோрокройாро╡ுроХ்роХு роЕро╡рой் роЕрогைрок்рокுроо் рооுро▓ை роЙро░роЪро▓ுроо், ропோройிропிрой் роХுро▒ுроХுро▒ுрок்рокுроо் роЪேро░்рои்родு роЙроЪுрок்рокேро▒்ро▒ роЕро╡ро│் роХுрог்роЯிропை рооுрой்ройுроо் рокிрой்ройுроо் рооெродுро╡ாроп் роЕроЪைрод்родு рокுрог்роЯைроЪ் роЪродைропாро▓் рооுро┤ுроЪ் роЪுрог்рогிропைропுроо் роЙро│்ро│ே роЗро┤ுрод்родுроХ் роХொрог்роЯாро│். ро╡ிройிропிрой் роЙро░ுроЯ்роЯுроХ்роХроЯ்роЯை рокோро▓் роЗро░ுрои்род роЪுрог்рогி рооுро┤ுродுроо் рокுрог்роЯைроХ்роХுро│் роЕро┤ுрод்родрооாроп் роЪொро░ுроХிроХ் роХொрог்роЯродுроо் ро╖ோрокройாро╡ுроХ்роХு рокுрог்роЯைроХ்роХுро│் роТро░ு ро╡ெрок்рокроо் роХро▓рои்род роКро▒ро▓் роУроЯிропродு.

ро╖ோрокройாро╡ிрой் рооுродுроХைропைропுроо், роХுрог்роЯிропைропுроо் роХроЪроХ்роХி роЕро┤ுрод்родிроХ் роХொроЯுрод்родродுроо் роЕро╡ро│ுроХ்роХு роЗродрооாроп் роЗро░ுрои்родродு. ро╡ிройி роЕро╡ро│் родро▓ைрооேро▓் роЗро░ுрои்род рокூроХ்роХுро╡ிропро▓ைропுроо் роХூрои்родро▓ைропுроо் родроЯро╡ி ро╡ிроЯ роЕродிро▓் роЗро░ுрои்родு рооро▓ро░்роХро│் роЪிро▓ роЙродிро░்рои்родு ро╡ிро┤ுрои்родродு. ро╡ிройிропிрой் родрог்роЯு роЙро│்ро│ே роЗро░ுроХ்роХ роЕро╡ро│் ро╡ெроЯ்роХрод்родுроЯрой் роЕро╡рой் рооேро▓் рокроЯுрод்родிро░ுроХ்роХ, роЕро╡рой், “рокрог்рогுроЩ்роХрог்рогி….роо்” роОрой்ро▒ு рокொро▒ுрооைропிро▓்ро▓ாрооро▓் роЗро░ுроХ்роХ ро╖ோрокройா роЗро░рог்роЯு роХைроХро│ைропுроо் рокроЯுроХ்роХைропிро▓் роКрой்ро▒ிроХ் роХொрог்роЯு роЕро╡рой் рооேро▓் роЪாроп்рои்родுроо் роЪாропாрооро▓ுроо் роЗро░ுрои்родு роЗроЯுрок்рокை рооுрой்ройுроо் рокிрой்ройுроо் роЕроЪைрод்родு роЕро╡ройை роУроХ்роХ роЖро░роо்рокிрод்родாро│். роЪூроЯாрой родроЯிрод்род роЪுрог்рогிропை роЙро░роЪிропрокроЯி ро╖ோрокройாро╡ிрой் ропோройி роЕродை рооுро┤ுродுроо் рооுро┤ுроЩ்роХி рокிрой் ро╡ெро│ிропே роОроЯுрод்родு роОрой рооீрог்роЯுроо் рооீрог்роЯுроо் роЪெроп்роп, рокுрог்роЯைропிрой் роЙроЯ்рокுро▒ роЗродро┤்роХро│ுроо் роЕродро▒்роХேро▒்ро▒рокроЯி роЙро│்ро│ே ро╡ெро│ிропே роОрой роЕроЪைрои்родродு.

роЗро░ுро╡ро░ுроХ்роХுро│்ро│ுроо் роЙрогро░்роЪ்роЪி роЕро▓ைроХро│் рокுропро▓ாроп் родூроХ்роХி роОро▒ிроп…’роо்роо்роо்…’ роОрой்ро▒ு роороЯ்роЯுрооே рооுрогроЩ்роХிройாро░்роХро│். ро╡ிройிропிрой் роЕроЯிро╡ропிро▒ுроо் ро╖ோрокройாро╡ிрой் рокுрог்роЯை рооேроЯுроо் рокроЯ்роЯு роЙро░роЪி, рооெрой்рооைропாроп் роЗроЯிрод்родு роЪுроХрод்родைроХ் роХூроЯ்роЯிропродு. ро╖ோрокройாро╡ிрой் рооுро▓ைроХро│் роЗро░рог்роЯுроо் роЕро╡ро│் роЕроЪைро╡ுроХ்роХு роПро▒்ро▒рокроЯி роЖроЯி роХро╡ро░்роЪ்роЪிропை роЕро│்ро│ி родெро│ிроХ்роХ ро╡ிройி роТро░ு роХைропாро▓் роЕро╡ро│் рооாро░்рокைроХ் родொроЯ்роЯு родроЯро╡ி рокிроЪைрои்родாрой். роЕроЯுрод்род роХைропாро▓் роЕро╡ро│் роХுрог்роЯிропிро▓் ро╡ைрод்родு роЕро╡ро│் роЕроЪைро╡ுроХ்роХு роТрод்родுро┤ைрок்рокு роХொроЯுрод்родாрой். ро╖ோрокройாро╡ுроХ்роХு роироЯроХ்роХுроо் рокро░рокро░рок்рокிро▓் роЪூроЯாрой рокெро░ுрооூроЪ்роЪு ро╡ро░ роЕро╡ро│் роЗропроХ்роХрод்родை роиிро▒ுрод்родி ро╡ிроЯ்роЯு роЕро╡рой் рооேро▓் роиிрооிро░்рои்родு роЙроЯ்роХாро░்рои்родாро│். роЕро╡ро│் рокுрог்роЯை рооுро┤ுроЪ் роЪுрог்рогிропைропுроо் роЙро│்ро│ே родிрогிрод்родிро░ுрои்родродு. родிро░рог்роЯ рооுро▓ைроХро│் роЕро╡ро│் роЪுро╡ாроЪрод்родுроХ்роХு роПро▒்ро▒рокроЯி роПро▒ி роЗро▒роЩ்роХிропродு. роХைроХро│் роЗро░рог்роЯைропுроо் родройроХ்роХுрок் рокிрой்ройாро▓் ро╡ைрод்родு роКрой்ро▒ிроХ் роХொрог்роЯு роЙроЯро▓ை ро╡ро│ைрод்родு роХро┤ுрод்родை рокிрой்ройாро▓் роЪாроп்род்родாро│். роЕрои்род рооெро▓்ро▓ிроп роЗро░ுроЯ்роЯிро▓் роЕро╡ро│் рооாро░்рокுроо், роЕро╡ро│ிрой் роЙроЯро▓் роиெро│ிрок்рокிро▓் родிрооிро▒ுроо் рооாро░்рокроХроЩ்роХро│ுроо், роЕродрой் рооேро▓் ро╡ிро░ைрод்род рооாро░்рокுроХ்роХாроо்рокுроХро│ுроо் роЙроЯро▓ிрой் рооொрод்род роЕрокாро░рооாрой роЕро┤роХுроо் ро╡ிройிропை роЕродிроЪропிроХ்роХ ро╡ைрод்родродு.

роТро░ு роХைропாро▓் роЕро╡ро│் роЪாрок்роЯாрой роЕроЯிро╡ропிро▒்ро▒ைрод் родроЯро╡ிроХ் роХொроЯுрод்родு роХீро┤ே роЪெрой்ро▒ு рокுрог்роЯைропிрой் роироЯுрок்рокிро│ро╡ை рооெродுро╡ாроп் родроЯро╡ிроХ் роХொроЯுрод்родாрой். роХிро│ிроЯ்роЯோро░ிро╕் роХைропிро▓் родроЯ்роЯுрок்рокроЯ роЕродைрод் родроЯро╡ிроХ் роХொроЯுрод்родாрой். ро╖ோрокாройро╡ுроХ்роХு роХிро│ро░்роЪ்роЪி рооீрог்роЯுроо் роЙроЯро▓ுроХ்роХுро│் роУроЯ்роЯрооெроЯுроХ்роХ…’роЖ….роо்роо்..’ роОрой்ро▒ு рооெро▓்ро▓ிроп роЪрок்родроо் роОро┤ுрок்рокிропродுроо் ро╡ிройி рооீрог்роЯுроо் рокро░ுрок்рокைрод் родроЯро╡ிроХ் роХொроЯுрод்родு родேроп்род்родுроо் ро╡ிроЯ்роЯாрой். роЕро╡рой் родேроп்роХ்роХ, родேроп்роХ்роХ роЙроЯро▓் роЪூроЯேро▒, ро╡ெро▒ிропேро▒ роЕро╡ро│் роЙроЯро▓் рокிрой்ройோроХ்роХி ро╡ро│ைрои்родрокроЯிропே рооெродுро╡ாроп் роЗроЯுрок்рокுроХ்роХுроХ் роХீро┤் роЗро░ுрои்род ро╡ிро░ிрои்род рокாроХрод்родை рооெродுро╡ாроп் ро╡роЯ்роЯроо் рокோроЯுро╡родு рокோро▓் роЖроЯ்роЯி роЕроЪைрод்родு рооீрог்роЯுроо் роЪுрог்рогிропை ро╡ெро│ிропே ро╡ிроЯ்роЯு роЙро│்ро│ே роЗро┤ுрод்родாро│். ро╡ிройிроХ்роХுроо் рооропроХ்роХрооாроп் роЗро░ுроХ்роХ роЕро╡рой் ро╡ிроЯாрооро▓் рокро░ுрок்рокைрод் родроЯро╡ி родேроп்род்родு роХொроЯுроХ்роХ ро╖ோрокройா роЗроЯுрок்рокை роЖроЯ்роЯுро╡родிро▓் ро╡ேроХроо் роХூроЯ்роЯிройாро│். роЗро░ுро╡ро░ுроХ்роХுроо் роиாроЯிрод்родுроЯிрок்рокு роЕродிроХро░ிроХ்роХ ро╡ிройி роЕро╡ро│் роХைропைрок் рокிроЯிрод்родு рооுрой்ройே роЗро┤ுрод்родு….”роЗроЯிроЩ்роХ….” роОрой்ро▒родுроо் рооீрог்роЯுроо் роЕро╡рой் рооேро▓் роЪாроп்рои்родு роХைроХро│ை роКрой்ро▒ிропрокроЯி роЗроЯுрок்рокை роЖроЯ்роЯி рокுрог்роЯைропாро▓் роЪுрог்рогிропைроХ் роЙро░ிрод்родு роОроЯுроХ்роХ роЖро░роо்рокிрод்родாро│்.

ро╡ிройி роЕро╡ро│் роЙроЯро▓் рооுро┤ுродுроо் родроЯро╡ிрок் рокிроЪைрои்родு роХொроЯுрод்родுроо், роЗроЯுрок்рокை роЙропро░்род்родிропுроо் роЕро╡ро│ுроХ்роХு роТрод்родுро┤ைроХ்роХ, роЗро░ுро╡ро░ிрой் рокிро▒рок்рокுро▒ுрок்рокுроо் роТрой்ро▒ுроХ்роХுро│் роТрой்ро▒ாроп் роЙро░роЪி ро╡ெро│ிропேро▒ிропродு….”роо்роо்роо் ропெро╕்…роЪூрок்рокро░்….ро╡ிроЯாродீроЩ்роХ…” роОрой்ро▒рокроЯி роЕро╡ройுроо் роХீро┤ே роЗро░ுрои்родு родூроХ்роХி родூроХ்роХி роЕро╡ро│ை роЗроЯிроХ்роХ роЖро░роо்рокிрод்родாрой். ро╖ோрокройாро╡ிрой் роХுрог்роЯிроХро│் роЕро╡рой் рооேро▓் родொроЯைроХро│ிро▓் рокроЯ்роЯு роЙро░роЪிропродு. ро╖ோрокройாро╡ுроХ்роХு роЙро│்ро│ே роЪுрог்рогி рокோроп் роЗроЯிрод்родு роЙро░роЪ роЙро░роЪ, ро╡ேроХрод்родைроХ் ро╡ிроЯாрооро▓் роХூроЯ்роЯி ро╡ிройிропை роХிро▒роХ்роХрод்родுроЯрой் роУроХ்роХ родொроЯроЩ்роХிройாро│். роЕро╡ро│ிрой் ро╡ிроЯாрод ро╡ேроХроо், рооெрой்рооைропாрой роЕроЯிро╡ропிро▒்ро▒ு роЗроЯிроХро│், роЪுрог்рогிропைроХ் роХро╡்ро╡ி роЗро┤ுроХ்роХுроо் рокுрог்роЯை, роЗроЯைропே….’роЪро│роХ்….рок்ро│роХ்….’ роОрой்ро▒ு рооெро▓்ро▓ிроп роХூроЯро▓் роУроЪை роОро▓்ро▓ாроо் роЪேро░்рои்родு ро╡ிроЯாрооро▓் ро╡ро░ роЗро░ுро╡ро░ுроХ்роХுроо் роЙроЯро▓ுроХ்роХுро│் рооிрой்ройро▓் рокோро▓் роЙрогро░்роЪ்роЪிроХро│் роЕро▓ைропாроп் роУроЯி, роЗроЯி рокோро▓் роЗро░ுро╡ро░் роЕрои்родро░роЩ்роХрооுроо் роЪேро░்рои்родு роЗроЯிроХ்роХ, роЗро░ுро╡ро░ுроХ்роХுроо் роХாроороиீро░் ро╡ெроЯிрод்родு рокொро┤ிрои்родродு. ро╖ோрокройா роЕро╡рой் рооேро▓் роЪோро░்ро╡ாроп் рокроЯுрод்родுроХ் роХொро│்ро│, роХாроород்родிрой் роОро▓்ро▓ைропை родொроЯ்роЯு ро╡ிроЯ்роЯ роХро│ைрок்рокிро▓் ро╡ேроХрооாроп் роЪுро╡ாроЪிрод்родройро░். рокொроЩ்роХிроп роХாроороиீро░் рооெродுро╡ாроп் ропோройிропிрой் роЙро│்ро│ே роЗро░ுрои்родு ро╡ெро│ிропே ро╡ро┤ிроп роЖро░роо்рокிрод்родродு.

ро╖ோрокройா роЪிро▓ роиிрооிроЯроЩ்роХро│் роХро┤ிрод்родு рокроЯுроХ்роХைропிро▓் роЪாроп்рои்родு рокроЯுрод்родுроХ் роХொро│்ро│ ро╡ிройி роЕро╡ро│் роХрой்ройрод்родிро▓ுроо் роЙродроЯ்роЯிро▓ுроо் рооுрод்родроЩ்роХро│் рокொро┤ிрои்родாрой். “рокெрог்роЯாро╕்роЯிроХ்…рокெро░ிроп роЖро│ு роиீроЩ்роХ..роОрой்ройрооா роУроХ்роХுро▒ீроЩ்роХ.” роОрой்ро▒родுроо் роЕро╡ро│் “рокோроЯா…рокோроХ்роХிро░ி” роОрой்ро▒ு роЪொро▓்ро▓ роЕро╡рой் роОро┤ுрои்родு роЪெрой்ро▒ு рокாро▓் роОроЯுрод்родுроХ் роХொрог்роЯு ро╡рои்родு роЕро╡ро│ுроХ்роХுроХ் роХொроЯுрод்родாрой். роЕро╡рой் роЪெрой்ро▒ு роиெроп்рок் рокрогிропாро░роо் роЪாрок்рокிроЯ்роЯு роЗро╡ро│ுроХ்роХுроо் роХொроЯுрод்родாрой். роЗро│роЮ்роЪூроЯாрой рокாро▓ுроо் роиெроп்рок் рокрогிропாро░рооுроо் роЪாрок்рокிроЯ்роЯродுроо் рооீрог்роЯுроо் роХроЯ்роЯிрок் рокிроЯிрод்родрокроЯி рокроЯுрод்родுроХ் роХொрог்роЯாро░்роХро│்.

ро╡ிройி ро╖ோрокройாро╡ிрой் роиிро░்ро╡ாрог роЙроЯро▓ை рокாро░்род்родாрой். ” роОрой்ройроЯா рокாро░்роХ்роХிро▒?” роОрой்ро▒родுроо், “роЙроЩ்роХро│ைрок் рокாро░்род்родா роХро╡ிродை роОро┤ுродрогுроо் рокோро▓ роЗро░ுроХ்роХு”

“роОродாро╡родு родрод்родு рокிрод்родுрой்ройு роЪொро▓்ро▓ுро╡……роЪொро▓்ро▓ு”

роЕро╡ро│் рооாро░்рокைрод் родроЯро╡ிроХ் роХொроЯுрод்родாрой்.
‘роХாроо்рокு родாрой் рокூро╡ைрод் родாроЩ்роХுроо்.
роЖройாро▓் роЗроЩ்роХு рокூ роХாроо்рокைрод் родாроЩ்роХி роиிро▒்роХிро▒родு’

роОрой்ро▒рокроЯி роЕро╡ро│் рооுро▓ைроХாроо்рокைрод் родிро░ுроХ роЕро╡ро│் ‘роо்роо்роХுроо்’ роОрой்ро▒ு роЪிро░ிрод்родாро│். “роХாроо்рокைрок் рокро▒்ро▒ி роХро╡ிродை роЪொрой்ройродாро▓் роЗрок்рок роКроо்рок ро╡ேрог்роЯுроо்” роОрой்ро▒ு роЪொро▓்ро▓ роЕро╡ро│் “ро╣ுроо்..роЗро░рог்роЯு ро╡ро░ிро▓ роПродோ роЙро│ро▒ிроЯ்роЯு..роЗродு ро╡ேро▒ропா?..” роОрой்ро▒рокроЯி рокேроЪாрооро▓் рокроЯுрод்родிро░ுроХ்роХ, ро╡ிройி роЕро╡ро│் рооேро▓் ро╡рои்родு рооுро▓ைроХро│ிро▓ுроо், роХро┤ுрод்родிро▓ுроо், ро╡ாропிро▓ுроо் рооுрод்родроо் роХொроЯுрод்родாрой். рооுро▓ைроХ்роХாроо்рокை роиாроХ்роХு роиுройிропாро▓் родроЯро╡ி роЕродை родீрог்роЯி ро╡ிроЯ்роЯாрой். роиாроХ்роХாро▓் родроЯро╡ி рооுро▓ைропைропுроо் роХாроо்рокைропுроо் родроЯро╡ிроХ் роХொроЯுрод்родு роХро┤ுрод்родுроХ்роХு роХொрог்роЯு ро╡рои்родு роЕроЩ்роХேропுроо் роироХ்роХி ро╡ிроЯ்роЯாрой். ро╖ோрокройாро╡ுроХ்роХு роЪுроХрооாроп் роЗро░ுрои்родு рокுрог்роЯைропிро▓் рокிроЪுрокிроЪு родிро░ро╡роо் рооீрог்роЯுроо் роХроЪிроп роЖро░роо்рокிрод்родродு. роорог்роЯிропிроЯ்роЯு роЕро╡ро│் ро╡ாропிрой் рооேро▓் роЪுрог்рогி ро╡ро░ுроо்рокроЯி роЪெроп்родு роХுройிроп ро╖ோрокройா ро╡ாропைрод் родிро▒рои்родாро│். рооுро┤ுро╡ிро▒ைрок்рокிро▓் рооீрог்роЯுроо் родுроЯிрод்родு роЕро╡ро│் ро╡ாропை роиோроХ்роХி роЗро▒роЩ்роХிроп роЪுрог்рогிропை роЙро│்ро│ே ро╡ாроЩ்роХிроХ் роХொрог்роЯு рооொроЯ்роЯுрок்рокроХுродிропை роЪрок்рокி ро╡ிроЯ்роЯாро│். роЕро╡рой் роЗроЯுрок்рокிро▓் роХை ро╡ைрод்родு ро╡ாропை роиோроХ்роХி роЗро┤ுрод்родு ро╡ாроп்роХ்роХுро│் роЗрой்ройுроо் роЪுрог்рогிропை роЗро▒роХ்роХி роЙродроЯ்роЯை роЗро▒ுроХ்роХிрок் рокிроЯிрод்родுроХ் роХொро│்ро│ ро╡ிройி роЗроЯுрок்рокை роЖроЯ்роЯி роЪுрог்рогிропை роЕро╡ро│் ро╡ாроп்роХ்роХுро│் ро╡ிроЯ்роЯு ро╡ிроЯ்роЯு роОроЯுрод்родு рооெрой்рооைропாроп் роУроХ்роХ роЖро░роо்рокிрод்родாрой். ро╖ோрокройாро╡ிрой் ро╡ாроп்роХ்роХுро│் родроЯி родுро│்ро│ிропродு. ро╖ோрокройா ро╡ாроп்роХ்роХுро│் роЪுрог்рогி роЗро░ுроХ்роХுроо் рокோродே роиாроХ்роХை роЪுрог்рогிропை роЪுро▒்ро▒ி роЪுро┤роЯ்роЯி рокுродுроЗрой்рокроо் роХொроЯுроХ்роХ, ро╡ிройி роЕро╡ро│் ро╡ாроп்роХ்роХுро│் роЗрой்ройுроо் роЪுрог்рогிропை роЗро▒роХ்роХ роЕродு роЕро╡ро│் родொрог்роЯைроХ்роХுро│் рокோроп் родроЯ்роЯிропродு. рооூроХ்роХிро▓் роЕро╡рой் рооுроЯிроХро│் роЙро░роЪ роЗроЯுрок்рокை рокிроЯிрод்родு родூроХ்роХி ро╡ிроЯ்роЯாро│்.

“…ро╕ாро░ி..ро╕ாро░ி…роЗройி родொрог்роЯை ро╡ро░ைроХ்роХுроо் роЗроЯிроХ்роХро▓ை” роОрой்ро▒рокроЯி роЕро╡рой் рооீрог்роЯுроо் роЗро▒роХ்роХிройாрой். роЕро╡ро│் роХрог் рооுрой்ройாро▓் рооுрой்родோро▓் ро╡ிро▓роХி родроЯிрод்родு роиீрог்роЯு родொроЩ்роХிроХ் роХொрог்роЯு роЗро░ுроХ்роХ роЕро╡ро│் роЙродроЯ்роЯை роЙро░роЪ рооீрог்роЯுроо் ро╡ாропைрод் родிро▒рои்родு ро╡ாроЩ்роХி роКроо்рок роЖро░роо்рокிрод்родாро│். рооெродுро╡ாроп் рокро▒்роХро│ாро▓் роЕро╡ро│் ро╡ро░ுроЯிро╡ிроЯ ро╡ிройி ро╡ெро▒ிропிро▓் рооீрог்роЯுроо் ро╡ாроп்роХ்роХுро│் роЗроЯிроХ்роХ роЖро░роо்рокிрод்родாрой். роЕро╡рой் рооீрог்роЯுроо் рооுро┤ுроЪ்роЪுрог்рогிропை роЙро│்ро│ே роиைро╕ாроп் родிрогிроХ்роХрок் рокாро░்род்род рокோродு роЕро╡ройை ро╡ிро▓роХ்роХி ро╡ிроЯ்роЯு ‘рокோродுрог்роЯா’ роОрой்ро▒ро╡ро│ை роХுрок்рокுро▒рок்рокроЯுроХ்роХ ро╡ைрод்родு роорог்роЯிропிроЯ ро╡ைрод்родாрой். рокிрой்ройாро▓் роЗро░ுрои்родு роЕро╡ро│் роХாро▓்роХро│ை роЕроХроЯ்роЯ ро╡ிро░ிрои்род роЖрок்рокроо் родெро░ிроп роиாроХ்роХாро▓் роироХ்роХி ро╡ிроЯ்роЯாрой். рокுрог்роЯை роЗродро┤்роХро│ை роХро╡்ро╡ிроЪ் роЪுро╡ைрод்родாрой். рокро░ுрок்рокை роиாроХ்роХாро▓் роЕро┤ுрод்родிрод் родроЯро╡…’ро╕்..’ роОрой்ро▒ு роЪрод்родроо் роХொроЯுрод்родாро│். роЕро╡ро│் рооீрог்роЯுроо் ро░ெроЯிропாроп் роЗро░ுрок்рокродை ропோройிропிрой் рокிроЪுрокிроЪுрод்род роИро░роо் роЪொро▓்ро▓ родроЯிропை роЙро│்ро│ே ро╡ிроЯ்роЯாрой்.

роЕроо்роЪрооாрой роХுрог்роЯிропிро▓் роЕро│ро╡ிро▓்ро▓ாрод роЖройрои்родрод்родுроЯрой் роЕро╡рой் роЕроЯிро╡ропிро▒ு родொроо் родொроо் роОрой роЗроЯுроХ்роХ, ропோройிроХ்роХுро│் родроЯி роЪро│ைроХ்роХாрооро▓் рокோроп் ро╡рои்родродு. рооுродро▓ிро▓் рооெродுро╡ாроп் ро╡ிроЯ்роЯு роХுрод்родி роОроЯுрод்родாрой். ро╖ோрокройாро╡ிрой் рооுро▓ைроХро│ைропுроо் роХроЪроХ்роХிроХ் роХொрог்роЯே роЕро╡рой் родொроЯро░்рои்родு роЗроЯிроХ்роХ роЕро╡ро│ுроХ்роХு роХூроЯுродро▓் роЗрой்рокроо் роХிроЯைроХ்роХ роЙродроЯ்роЯைроХ் роХроЯிрод்родாро│். роЗрой்рок рооропроХ்роХрод்родிро▓் роХாро▓்роХро│ை роЪро▒்ро▒ு ро╡ிро░ிрод்родு роУрок்рокродро▒்роХு ро╡роЪродி роЪெроп்родு роХொроЯுроХ்роХ ро╡ிройி роЗроЯிрок்рокродிро▓் ро╡ேроХроо் роХாроЯ்роЯிройாрой். ро╖ோрокройாро╡ிрой் рооாро░்рокைрок் рокிроЯிрод்родு роХроЪроХ்роХ роХாроо்рокுроХро│் роЕро╡рой் роХைроХ்роХுро│் роЪிроХ்роХி родро╡ிроХ்роХ, рокுрог்роЯைропிро▓் роЕро╡рой் роХுрод்родுро╡родிро▓் роЪுроХроо் роХூроЯ, “…роо்роо்роо்…роЖ…..ро╡ிроЯாрооро▓் роЪெроп்ропுроЯா…” роОрой்ро▒ு роЪொрой்ройродுроо் ро╡ிройிроХ்роХு роЖро╡ேроЪроо் ро╡рои்родு роХுрод்родு роХுрод்родு роОрой роХுрог்роЯிропிро▓் роХுрод்родாроЯ்роЯроо் роЖроЯ ро╡ிрои்родு рооீрог்роЯுроо் рокீроЪ்роЪிропроЯிрод்родродு. роЕро╡ро│் рооேро▓் роЪாроп, роЕро╡ро│ுроо் рокроЯுроХ்роХைропிро▓் рокроЯுрод்родுроХ் роХொрог்роЯாро│். родро▓ைропிро▓் роЗро░ுрои்род рооро▓்ро▓ிроХைропுроо் ро░ோроЬாро╡ுроо் роорогроо் роХொроЯுрод்родு роЕро╡рой் роХро│ைрок்рокாро▒்ро▒ роЙродро╡ி роЪெроп்родродு.

“роОрок்рокроЯி роОрой் роЗроЯி?”

“рокூроЪрогிроХ்роХாропைро╡ே роЕрои்род рокோроЯு рокோроЯ்роЯ……” роОрой்ро▒ு роЕро╡ро│் роХேро▓ிропாроп் роЪிро░ிроХ்роХ роЗро╡ройுроХ்роХு роТро░ு роЪிро▓ ро╡ிроиாроЯிроХро│் роХро┤ிрод்родு роЙрог்рооை рокுро░ிроп, “родிро░ுроЯ்роЯு ро░ாроЯ்роЪро╕ி….роЕродை рокாро░்род்родிроЯ்роЯீроЩ்роХро│ா” роОрой்ро▒ு роЪொро▓்ро▓ிропрокроЯி роЕро╡ро│் роХுрог்роЯிроЪ் роЪродைропை роЗро┤ுрод்родு роХிро│்ро│ி ро╡ைроХ்роХ роЕро╡ро│் ‘роЖ…..” роОрой்ро▒ு родுро│்ро│ிройாро│். ро╡ிро│ைропாроЯ்роЯாроп் роЕродை рокро▒்ро▒ிрок் рокேроЪிроХ் роХொрог்роЯிро░ுрои்родро╡ро░்роХро│், рооீрог்роЯுроо் роЪூроЯேро▒, роЕро╡ро│ை роХீро┤ே рокроЯுроХ்роХ ро╡ைрод்родு рооுро▒ைрок்рокроЯி роХாро▓ை ро╡ிро░ிрод்родு, роЙро│்ро│ே роЪொро░ுроХி роТро░ு роУро▓் рокோроЯ்роЯாрой்.

роЗрои்род ро╡ிроЯாрод роУро▓ிро▓் ро╖ோрокройாро╡ுроХ்роХு рооீрог்роЯுроо் роХро░ுрод்родро░ிрод்родродு. роЕродрой்рокிрой், ро╡ிройி роЯ்ро░ெропிройிроЩ் рооுроЯிрод்родு роЪрок்-роЗрой்ро╕்рокெроХ்роЯро░ாроХ ро╡ேро▓ைропை роПро▒்ро▒ுроХ் роХொрог்роЯாрой். роХро░ு роЙрог்роЯாрой роЪெроп்родிропை ро╖ோрокройா роЪொрой்рой рокோродு ро╡ிройி родிроХைрок்рокுроЯройுроо் роироо்рок рооுроЯிропாрооро▓ுроо் “роиாроо் ро╡ேро▒ு роОроЩ்роХேропாро╡родு рокோроп் ро╡ிроЯுро╡ோроо்…роЙроЩ்роХро│ை роиாройே роХро▓்ропாрогроо் роЪெроп்родு роХொро│்роХிро▒ேрой்..роОройроХ்роХுроо் роЙроЩ்роХро│ை рооро▒роХ்роХ рооுроЯிропро╡ிро▓்ро▓ை” роОрой்ро▒ாрой். ро╖ோрокройா рооро▒ுрод்родு ро╡ிроЯ்роЯாро│். ‘роЗродு роЙроЩ்роХ роЕрог்рогройுроХ்роХு роТро░ு родрог்роЯройை рокோро▓் роЗро░ுроХ்роХроЯ்роЯுроо். роУроЯிрок் рокோроп் ро╡ாро┤்рои்родாро▓் роЕродு роЗрои்род роХுроЯுроо்рокрод்родுроХ்роХு роиீ роЪெроп்ропுроо் роирой்ро▒ிроХ்роХроЯройா? роЗро▓்ро▓ைропே. рооுроЯிрои்родாро▓் роиீ роЙроЩ்роХ роЕрог்рогройை родிро░ுрод்родрок்рокாро░். роОрой் родроЩ்роХை роХாро╡்ропா роОрой்ройைрок் рокோро▓ родாрой் роЗро░ுрок்рокாро│்…роЙройроХ்роХு ро╡ிро░ுрок்рокроо் роОрой்ро▒ாро▓் роХро▓்ропாрогроо் роЪெроп்родு роХொро│்’ роОрой்ро▒ாро│்.

“роХро▓்ропாрогрооா….роТро┤ுроЩ்роХா ро╡ீроЯ்роЯு ро╡ேро▓ை роОро▓்ро▓ாроо் роЪெроп்ро╡ாро│ா?” роОрой்ро▒ாрой் роХрог்роЯிрок்рокாрой роХுро░ро▓ிро▓்.

“роОрой்рой ро╡ேро▓ை?”

“роЪрооைропро▓்роХроЯ்роЯுро▓ родேроЩ்роХாроп் роЙро░ிроХ்роХிро▒ாро│ோ роЗро▓்ро▓ைропோ роЖройாро▓்…..рокெроЯ்ро░ூрооிро▓் роХроЯ்роЯாропроо் роЙро░ிроХ்роХрогுроо்” роОрой்ро▒рокроЯி роЕро╡рой் роЪிро░ிроХ்роХ, ро╖ோрокройா рокроХ்роХрод்родிро▓் роЗро░ுрои்род роХроо்рокை роОроЯுрод்родு роЪிро░ிрод்родுроХ் роХொрог்роЯே роЕроЯிроХ்роХ роУроЩ்роХ…”рооாрок்рокிро│்ро│ைропை роЕроЯிроХ்роХро▓ாрооா?” роОрой்ро▒рокроЯி роХроо்рокைрок் рокிроЯிрод்родு роЕро╡ро│ை роЗро┤ுрод்родு роЕрогைрод்родுроХ் роХொрог்роЯாрой். ро╖ோрокройா “роТро┤ுроЩ்роХா роОрой் родроЩ்роХைроХ்роХு роороЯ்роЯுроо் рокுро░ுро╖ройா роЗро░ு!” роОрой்ро▒ு роЪொро▓்ро▓ி роЕро╡ройை ро╡ிроЯ்роЯு ро╡ிро▓роХ роЕро╡ро│ை рокுро░ிропாрооро▓் рокாро░்род்родாрой்.

ро╡ிройி ро╡ேро▓ைропிро▓் роЪேро░்рои்родு роЕрои்род ро▓ாроЯ்роЬ் роХேро╕ிро▓் роЪிро▓ роЙрог்рооைроХро│ைроХ் роХрог்роЯு рокிроЯிрод்родாрой். ро▓ாроЯ்роЬ் рооேройேроЬро░் роХொро▓ைропிро▓் роЪроо்рокрои்родрок்рокроЯ்роЯро╡ро░ிроЯроо் рокрогроо் ро╡ாроЩ்роХி роиிро▒ைроп роЖродாро░роЩ்роХро│ை рооро▒ைрод்родродு родெро░ிроп ро╡рои்родродு. роЗродிро▓் роЕро╡рой் рооройைро╡ிропுроо் роЪрок்рокோро░்роЯ்роЯு роОрой்рокродு родெро░ிроп ро╡ро░ роЗро░ுро╡ро░ைропுроо் роЬெропிро▓ிро▓் родро│்ро│ிройாро░்роХро│். рооேройேроЬро░ிрой் рооройро╡ி роПрой் роЪெроХ்ро╕் родொроЯро░்рокு ро╡ைрод்родுроХ் роХொрог்роЯாро│் роОрой рокாрог்роЯிропройுроХ்роХு роУро░ро│ро╡ு рокுро░ிрои்родродு. роиро╖்роЯ роИроЯாроХро╡ுроо் роиிро▒ைроп рокрогроо் ро╡рои்родு роЪேро░்рои்родродு. рокேроЪிропрокроЯிропே ро╡ிройி ро╖ோрокройாро╡ிрой் родроЩ்роХை роХாро╡்ропாро╡ைрок் рокாро░்род்родு роЪроо்роородроо் роЪொро▓்ро▓ родிро░ுроорогроо் рооுроЯிрои்родродு. родிро░ுро╖்роЯி роХро┤ிрок்рокродро▒்роХாроХ рокூроЪрогிропிро▓் роЪூроЯроо் роПро▒்ро▒ி ро╡ிройிропைропுроо் роХாро╡்ропாро╡ைропுроо் роЪுро▒்ро▒ிроХ் роХாрог்рокிроХ்роХ ро╡ிройி “роиро▓்ро▓ рокூроЪрогிропாроп் роЗро░ுроХ்роХே” роОрой்ро▒ாрой் ро╡ிро╖роо родройрод்родுроЯрой். ро╖ோрокройா рокொроЩ்роХி ро╡рои்род роЪிро░ிрок்рокை роЕроЯроХ்роХ рооுроЯிропாрооро▓் родро▓ைропை роХுройிрои்родрокроЯி роЕроЩ்роХிро░ுрои்родு роУроЯிройாро│். роХாро╡்ропா роЕро╡ройுроХ்роХு родேроЩ்роХாроп் роЪроЯ்ройிропுроо் ро╡ைрод்родாро│். родேроЩ்роХாроп் роЙро░ிрод்родு роЕро╡рой் роЪроЯ்ройிропைропுроо் роХроЯைрои்родு роОроЯுрод்родாро│்!

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Friday, February 19, 2010

Hi guys and gals,

Kartik here with new experience happened last week.i am 26yrs old guy basically from chennai working in coimbatore and while i was having chatting with one person from trichy called babu he said "i want to see my wife get fucked by other man" , i was instantly had hard on because that is my favaroutie fantasy to have hot wife in front of the hubby. on further enquiring i come to know that they are 28/26yrs age and no kids. the only problem is how to talk to his wife regarding this because she was not at all liking the group sex.

we had terrific phone chat and many times chatting and we met in coimbatore, (myself and babu) he shown me his wifes photos the moment i saw those photos i was totally horny to have this cute girl. she is tall figure and exactly the replicate of gayathri raguram(actress in tamil circuit ) huge boobs and great lips and shapely ass.... so on.

we made a simple plan for this 3 some (actually he wanted to see thats it, so it may not the exact 3 some). as planned i came to srirangam and taken good lodge just in front of the temple. and phoned him that "i took this lodge and number is so and so", he brought his wife to the temple and told her let us visit my friend here who also came to srirangam for official visit.

she was not having any doubt as it was kept secret to her that she is going to be fucked by the stranger within hour.

when they entered my room in the lodge i was only in my lungi and without any ungergarments. i was in only lungi and with bare body after she and him came inside i could see her face the uncomfortable facing me and she was not at all looking at me . i had a terrific hard on after this gal for the real. this is visible through lungi and even babu was having some tensed up this point. i made them to sit in the chairs and i ordered tea for them and he introduced me to her as long time friend and she was hesitantly looking at me and after seeing my hard on she could not able to speak anything just she said "hi how r u?" . i was standing in front of her without hiding hard on in front of her through my lungi.when the tea came and she was telling him"ok lets leave to temple ..." he was looking at me in a confused manner as if "what should i do next?" .. i asked hema (her name is hema latha but called just hema) to dance with me for some minutes and leave because i have to practice for next dancing event in my office party (it was an just some reason i told her) even babu told her hema just help him out for few minutes then we will leave as he dont have any girls known to him for the practice just dance with .. she was reluctant and babu said thats ok hema only dance practice as couple for few minutes then we leave.( she wanted to outside as soon so she agreed ) she said "ok only 5 minutes not more than that " i said ok. she got up and stood in front of me . she was in sarree and i was only in lungi . i held her hands and kept over my shoulders and i caught her waist by both hands and pressed agasinst me in the process i laishly pressed my hard cock over her hip she could sense and the moment it touched her body she wanted to leave but i held her firmly she was trying to go away from me.

i held her close to me and by the mean time baby ensured the doors and windows are all locked. she said to me please leave i dont like this type of dancing and let me go.i held her tightly and said to her please only for 5 minutes as you said lets practice some movements and i will leave you as i will face frustation in office party as i dont know how to dance at the same moment babu said to her from behind and please hema just for few minutes he is not going to do anything ..

she kept quit for few seconds and closed her eyes as i held her even firmly. my cock was touching her hips and her both hands was around my shoulders my one hand was over her ass and another was over her neck and this time i held my face close to her ears i said " shall we star hema" she just moaned "ok" in my ears and said" please be quick i dont like this since babu is telling i am doing this funny dance" i said ok dear then started to move my hips and hers i said her just move your body as i am telling she said ok.

i was so horny that i pressing my cock deep in to her hips and trying to trace her cunt over her saree and i lifted her from the ground i indicated babu to remove my lungi.... this time i held her above the ground like a baby and my hands where inside her arms and ..she closed her eyes

when i carried her to the bed in the same fashion she saw me i am naked got panicked "hey what r u doing please leave for the god sake" babu was having his full tension and i carried her to the bed anyway and she tried to escape by pushing me away .

i asked babu to help me and i placed her on the bed and immiediately i was over her . babu came and caught her hands and held it over her head. now baby was holding her wifes hands over her head and i was over her all over her naked while i am pressing my cock over her hips and removed her pallu and teared away the blouse.. and started to massage one boobs and sucking and byting the other boobs over bra. i held her both legs against mine and she was looking terryfied towards me and telling her husband what are doing your wife is molested by this fellow and ur helping what kind of person you are?

he was laughing now and said hema darling i want to see you with other man and this is my long time fantasy even you knew it this is the only way . it is better if you enjoy with us otherwise he is going to fuck you by any means..

as they were talking i was busy in opening the bra and removing the sarree and she was not giving way to remove the petticoat by closing her legs together.

i simply taken the knife kept by the side of bed in the table and teared the whole petticoat vertically and even teared off the panty.

she was crying please dont spoil my clothes " i dont have spare one how i will go"

he said be quit we have another piece for you . she said " you shameless creature you people already planned for this ??/" we where just laughing now she too become naked and i was all over her with my cock over her cunt lips caressing i was sucking her boobs one by one and held it together and sucked both nipples together and really one should see the face of babu how happy he was looking as his wife molested and enjoyed by his friend.

she was able to do nothing other than telling some bad word about us.

now i opened her legs and got in to the favourite spot of cunnlingus.....

she was clean shaven( this was his idea as he know i love clean shaven pussies).

this is the weakest part of any woman as i started to lick her cunt she started to move her hips... i kept her legs over my shoulders and i told him leave her hands as expected she kept hand on my head ( caught my hairs) and pressed to wards her cunt even further......

i started to lick from bottom to top and top to bottom finding out the g-spot and started tease with my tongue....( i die to eat pussies.... so far all the ladies came to me only because to get their cunt licked by me).

i spread her cunt lips wider and my eyes closed as her eyes to and she was pressing her legs on my back and her hands over my hairs on the head.

she started to moan suck me pls even deeep..... babu who got naked by te mean time started to kiss her lips and sucking her boobs.

she that time told him "thanks babu even i liked to be forced by stranger and this happened in front of you even looks great...." he could bot believe his luck said thanks hema and kisses her lips and i was watching them kissed now taken her legs from my shoulders and kept around my hips ... my cock touched her cunt wich was full of her juices flowing..

i seperated her from him from kissing and i started to kiss her in her mouth and started to pump her madly...............

she was giving me thrust by her hips and and the bed got rocking instantly.... now it was perfect missionar position.... he was enjoying took out my handy cam started to record this action..................(now i used to enjoy this by seeing we have two copies one with them and one with me pls dont ask for this)

she was telling me in ears" nalla azhuthu kartik pls innum nalla azhuthi okkanum" (press ur cock even harder deeper kartik...)

it was just 15minutes of continuous marathon fucking in the same position. while babu took cam from around the bed ...

within that i released my cum deep inside her pussy as she held me tightly..

i was lying there only without taking out my cock . it was damp wet as i about to go away she held me tightly and said you great kartik..... i just smiled and kissed her lips but she opened her mouth and taken out her tongue which i started to suck like a baby.....

she was not leaving me she held me tightly by her hand around my neck and legs around my hips..........

i was kissing her lips and tongue i told her lets clean ourself she said no need dear now she came over me and started to pump me now she was on top of me.

i told her it will have some time baby before i am getting erection let babu fuck you now . he said" i already cummed by seeing you actions it will take time for me" she immediately took my cock inside her mouth and started to lick like hungry dog she was massaging my balls and sucking my pole and cleaning my cum and her cum.

it was about 10 minutes babu was recording her wifes licking my cock and even i was seeing through this cam how her face expression looked like....

it was awesome experience....

now she kept my cock inside her mouth and like a lollypop she was eating it.

sucking it and my cock getting back to life slowly and withing few minutes of the same sucking she got on top of me and placed her cunt over my cock and started to pump me ..

it was a masturbation by her cunt lips around my cock...... she held my hands over my head and started to fuck like i did to her... " how is this sweet revenge kartik...." she asked babu to hold my hands as he charged up and kept my hands over my head and while she came to my lips started to suck my lips and sucking my nipples and chest and byting my neck

babu and me could not believe what is happening .... even i thought this is there plan ( but later she told me it was her long time fantasy to get forced by the total stranger that made her real hot)

now i started to moving my hips along with her hips and it was slow pace and as it was second pumping for me this time i held my erection longer period she said to babu to leave my hands and i taken her face by her hairs and started to kiss her lips and again she given me her tongue to taste..... now she kept her face by the side of my neck i too started to byte her ears and as we where automatically increased our pace of pumping to each other.

she was rotating her hips in circular fashion clock wise and anti clock wise..

and finally after 25 minutes and more( thanks to handy cam it was exactly 28minutes) of pumping both came together........ again she held me tightly and this time she was over me and playing with my tongue and mooch( mustach)... we where relaxing as babu came from behind over her inserted his cock over her hips and ( they started to fuck her ass recently)

this time he actually not inserted into the ass but kept over her ass and pressing hard this made her cunt to press my cock and i pressed back her cunt with my cock and this made her ass to press babu cock back....

he was over her and she was over me and we were playing each other in the same bed she was sandwiched between us.......

we where not knowing how the time went we oredered lunch and ate their itself . before having lunch we took bath together.......( i had her in the bathroom for the third time )

it was doggy in the bathroom while he was holding hema from front. she bent over and sucking babus cock.

we had very good sleep and this was around 7pm when i got up ( they came in the morning around 9 am)..

as all where sleeping naked inside the same bed sheet?(the bedspread we used as bedsheet and she kept her hand and legs over babu and babu was facing the other side)

i was having my legs and hands over her from behind as i got up i became hard again and pressing her ass with cock and taken her boobs under her arms and started to massage and kneading her nipples and byting her ears......

within few second i got hard on she was in deep sleep and i rotated her towards me and opened her legs and inserted my cock inside her pussy ( i wanted her ass but her cunt so juicy and tight i loved to have her cunt again and again)

she too got up and giving me thrust slowly and it was again the perfect missionary position and this time we taken out the bedsheet and thrown over him and he got up and saw what was happening and went back to sleep as the cot started to rock again due to our heavy pumping........

this time we had good chat while pumping with her she told me please come to our house again and i liked to have your cock it is real nice and your way of cunnlingus is making me mad.... i was telling her your body is beautiful.... you look like that actress and the moment i saw you in the photos babu shown to me i loved you boobs and lips and you ass and while i was slapping her ass and massaging her boobs and sucking her nipples like a baby...............

we had great fucking till 0745pm. as we where relaxing in the same position and playing with each other mouth and tallking dirty to each other babu said hema lets go its time....

but hema was in no mood to go away from me as i we where held to each other as newly married couples...... she told him why cant we stay here tonight for that he really shocked.....

he was begging to me and hema . i told him it is your wife you ask her. but he said kartik your the real lover to her pls tell her to come with me now. i told her hema please stay back she was so excited and kissed my lips and again we locked our mouth together.. then he said ok let me tell the house( we are staying in our friends house ) he told let me go out side and bring some dosa for you people atleast close the door.... for which she said ok. as babu went away hema his once shy wife was totally naked followed him and closed the door firmly and jumped back to me in the bed i had her in doggy style and she loved it every moment.

as she requested i was eating her cunt to my hearts content and her cunt got so much reddish in colour i never had seen so much red in colour and so much juices . when babu came back with dinner we where in no mood to have that as i was having wonder ful dinner i.e. her cunt.

he got surprised to this cunt and he said only a day her cunt changed so much in colour and lips started to came apart wow........

waiting for ur responses to youngstermanoj232@gmail.com or offlines messages. bye then.


-Submitted by Kartik,Chennai.

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