Sumi was always with us. I didn’t mark her in some other look just friend. You know we get detached Lina & me. So I was mad for sex. My parents were too much friendly, that’s why most of our friends use to come at my house.
This was my first trip to Bombay. As it was know then in the year 1963(now its mumbai). I had never seen the sea before. All my life I had lived in Delhi. I was a 27-year-old IAS officer. I was not married. Even though I had many relationships and had been with a number of women. I never committed to anyone. I liked my freedom. I had arrived in Bombay for a short vacation. It was a city, which had always fascinated. I was staying in a government guesthouse at versova. I was the only guest there at that time. There was only one keeper who looked after the guesthouse. His name was narayan.
Hi, this is Mohit and wife’s name is Sonia. Very beautiful, she has an attractive face with a 34C-26-36 figure and I usually notice men looking hungrily at her. For quite some time I suspected that a male friend of mine and Sonia were having regular intercourse but were being very discrete about it. The closest I came to witnessing one was during one of my lunch breaks when I came home to find his car parked in front of house. But this time I did not have the key to the house and so could not get in. The only way I could see was through the partially open drawing room window that admits an incomplete view of the connecting bedroom. And even then I could only barely make out two bodies grappling. So I finally decided to set them up.
It was late and the rest of the camp had turned in for the night. I was attending an Indian powwow and the dancing had made me hot and sweaty. The dance was near a school that let us use their locker rooms for the weekend. I grabbed my towel, soap and change of dress and walked over to the now darkened gym. A light had been left on in the shower room so I had no trouble finding it. There were narrow benches in the center of the room dividing the shower area. The air had turned cool and when I turned on the hot water, a slow steam began to rise in the shower. I stripped down and let the water rush over me, getting rid of the sweat and grime from earlier in the evening. I used a handled sponge to lather the soap and was thoroughly enjoying being alone in such a big shower (reminded me of the girl’s gang showers in high school) when I heard a low feminine voice ask if she could borrow my soap.
Friends recently I had interaction with a fan of mine from Delhi and he wanted me to write about his family incest. His name is Shekhar and I will write about his family. His mom, Kamala is about 39 with plump body of 38- 30-40 and of 5′ 3″ height. His sister Lata is about 18 and is growing into a woman having nice body figure of 35-26-36 and is a bit taller than his mom, 5′ 4″ she is in 12 th standard now and studying in convent school. He has younger brother, Suresh who is 20 and in college. The father, Shiva is about 49 and is in service. The family is very orthodox type and my friend Shekhar always yearned after his mom. He had seen her naked on few occasions and that made him lust for her body.
She and her husband had come over to my apartment two weeks ago. Ashwin had been a neighbour back in India whom I had lost touch with. A chance meeting at the local grocer’s had allowed us to exchange business cards. When Rina walked over after seeing us talking, I was dumbstruck. She was a slender five foot two. Her face had to be the prettiest I had seen in days! (Germany isn’t kind to those of us who worship Indian beauty). She was intelligent, cheerful, charming and had a body I couldn’t stop thinking about.
My name is Sundar and I am from a village near Tanjore in Tamil nadu. I would like to share with you my real personal experience. I am from a rich family basically engaged in agriculture.
This is a true incident - memories of which are still very vivid in my mind… I am a 22 year old girl, convent educated. I have a fair complexion and consider myself attractive and have a good well maintained slim figure of 34-25-33 of which I am pretty proud. A couple of months ago, I had to travel to mumbai from goa on an emergency and as train tickets were not available at short notice, I had to take the overnight State roadways bus.
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