First a little note about me. I am married. My age. , I am in my early thirties. Has a 5 year old son. I know men's eyes glaze over when I go outside. There is also a local little delight in it.
Everything a woman needs to have is the right size for meWere located. My husband would cooperate with me at night as a slave. Although I have a lot of feelings, I do not show off because I am an average Tamil woman.
One night my mother had to go home to Kumbakonam for a show to see my uncle's girl. Due to a sudden trip, I boarded the government express bus without my husband's support. My 5 year old son came with me.
The bus found space two rows before the last lane. I sat on the window sill and hired my son to sit next to me. Channaloram Amara Adam did not like him because he was asleep. As the bus was tilted, I leaned back in my seat and tried to stand in front of my seat.
It took me a long time to park my son's ticket in proper condition as the bus was without proper maintenance. The young man was enjoying my forest without blinking an eye. The feeling of being admired by him and my urgency to fix the slip quickly took more and more time without appearing to fix my forehead. The only way I noticed my jacket was without a hook was when I adjusted the front seat after the guy adjusted the seat one way or the other. I failed to notice it in the rush to leave. Pale yellow colour jacket ,,,,, white lace bra ,,,,, mmmmm ... . . I thought the boy's eyes had gotten a good treat. It seemed to me that I was getting a thrill out of it too.
The conductor handed over the ticket and left. Many people sitting in the back of the bus got off at the Tambaram bus stop. Must be bus staff returning after completing second shift. A few of the climbers sat in the front seats. I put my suitcase in the place above my head. I noticed that there was no one near the young man or around us, and he looked eagerly at my waist and wet armpit area and the forest that clung to his jacket. Suddenly a thought came to me. .. to seduce him. ,, I deliberately spent too much time in use as if to put the suitcase right. He must have gotten a good feast for his eyes as he raised my hands. He was looking as if his eyes were splashing. I leaned back in my seat with a satisfaction thinking that his sleep was bad for me. Little did I know then .. that my sleep would also be ruined that night .. .. ..the driver turned off the lights. Very thin blue light on the front of the bus. Our area lamp must be faulty. I closed my eyes to sleep.
It will be a while. The cushion of my back seat was slightly bent. He should have kept his leg there. A few minutes later his leg advanced further. Slim was lying on my back. I sat quietly. His toes now began to rub against my back. I sat down reluctantly to prevent it as he played with the back of his toes without feeling too soft and tingling which gave me some sort of timid pleasure. Little by little he must have dared. Now the pressure of his legs had gathered. His legs were starting to measure across my back. The fact that there was only a small gap gave him a reassurance that the frictions were not likely to cross the border. At the same time, I began to wonder what he could do next. The thought that it would be wrong for a foreigner to allow me to take so much liberty quickly subsided. Now he was beginning to look at the gap of his foot. The pressure of the hind leg was assembled. I understood his desire to touch my back door and touch my door to heaven. Even if I lift the back slightly he understands that I am ready to cooperate with him. I sat there showing no movement thinking of waiting for him.
As my emotions began to enslave me I began to pull the envelope off my right hand and rub my left coffin with the jacket. My stalk began to stiffen. I enjoyed playing with my stalks with my fingernails while enjoying the vibration of my urn. My nostalgia for not being near my husband began to rise. It seemed as if we could unhook the hooks of the jacket and bake the bowls as we had planned. The bus suddenly stopped while I was enjoying such thoughts with my eyes closed.
The driver put out the light. It is the Chengalpattu Bypass Place of separation. Reluctantly my hands closed the saree. The young man in the back also hurriedly removed his legs. An elderly passenger boarded. Something in the front sat in a seat. Once the conductor has issued the ticket The lamp was turned off again. I sat in the backseat expecting Romeo to continue his footwork. But nothing like that happened. The bus speeds well Favourite. My emotions were also starting to come under control.
In the back he could feel the adjustment of the seat by the sound coming from there. Then silence. There is no movement. I thought he must have started sleeping with frustration realizing that nothing could be done in that small space with his legs. It was then that I realized that my thinking had been lying for a while
Did not realize. The only time he would decide to stir me up, my opposition, and move on was when he adjusted his slip straight without tilting. It was only when he got down to the next action that I realized that he had narrowed the gap in the back. ..
The back of my seat swayed. Small movement to my right. I saw his fingers enter through the gap between the window and my ace. His pointed fingers were very close to me on the back of my seat. It dawned on me that the guy trying to get down to handicrafts was useless at foot work. A flutter in the mind. His fingers advanced a little further. There will be a gap of two to three inches. A counting flow within me even in that time of palpitating anticipation.
He must have thought I was asleep. . . . At the same time he should get what he expects without hesitation. My tempers also need to be coastal. I have to make way for this. . . “
I decided right away. I slowly raised my right hand and placed it over my head. Raising my hand I decided to reduce the gap from the window sill and his fingertips to my right. I moved slightly towards the window and sat down without him noticing my movement. I waited for his next move. . . Surprise myself. ...! Nana is behaving like this .. .. I do not know something! I was not myself that day. . . . I was longing for the hand of someone other than my husband to crawl over me.
Just a few minutes. . . Many hours passed like drops. . . His fingertips folded. In my right forearm by the movement of the bus or by the advance of his hand. . . On the side of the forearm. .. .. on the jacket. . . I waited for him and his finger fell off. It was as if he had never expected my breast to fall directly into his hand like this. He could feel the fingertips trembling. But he did not withdraw his hand. Touching my beauty without him touching it with trembling made me shiver.
This thrill was completely puzzling to me..the place my husband touched many times. . . None of my clothes are off… .I know what the dimensions of sex are. .. .. I have enjoyed my husband to a great extent ... .Husband is touched enough by hand and mouth enough. On the coffin rubbed, rubbed, licked, kissed, bitten, and kneaded. . . . Until then I would not have trusted anyone who would have told me that a teenager's fingers would evoke such a wave of emotion, not even directly on that forest, but on the bra and jacket. . . But how thrilling that is !!! . .. ..I do not know the answer till today கூட Even as I write this I can feel that moment precisely. .
The first electric climax occurred to me during the first night when my husband was rightly hugging me tightly, pulling off the saree and staring at the breast very closely, and kissing my breast nipple with my jacket. This recollection still lingers in my thighs. I feel like the dimension of my breast is increasing. I ask permission to go to the bathroom and fix that messy moisture that is accumulating downstairs. Let the mind balance somewhat.
Though trembling his fingers slowly failed to keep an eye on his thing. My forearms are normally bulging uncontrollably into the bra. I wear the bra tightly when going outside except when I am at home so that the rabbit cubs do not drop too much. My emotions were now aroused as the rabbits were squirming in the lateral space of the bra. His fingers trembled and began to telegraph over the side of his jacket, which was tucked away.
One or two minutes. . .He withdrew his hands now. His hands on the side of my back on my seat; Still trembling. The guy has to be completely new to this kind of activity. I was sinful myself. It was as if he had to put his hand on my forehead and say consolation. But I depended.
5-10 minutes have elapsed. The trembling in his fingers on my back was completely stopped. His hand crawled forward as expected. The side of my jacket began to wave. Slowly pressurized. The tremors were answered by him without saying. He measured the outline of my bra with his fingertips. My arm reached the armpit area as he traveled with his hand above his head. I kept my side window closed to avoid fast blowing wind. I was in a flood of emotion with anticipation and shyness hit me when he rubbed the armpit area which was thin and wet with sweat. I have removed armpit hair only a few times with hair remover. My husband does not like to remove armpit hair. His favorite sport is to put his face in his arms, sniff and kiss. Telling me to keep my hands up as it enters me alternately tastes my armpits inside and out. . . Inside out. . . Inside out. . .I have noticed that his speed increases manifold while doing. His argument is that the armpits will be better moisturized if they can.
“. . .Women are naturally fragrant; .. has a different scent. A woman full of different fragrances in a different organ (!). Not only that. . . Although the male has a scent, the female is the one who embodies different scents at different times. The male must have the right taste to feel and enjoy it. He who does not enjoy this special gift that God has given to men is a void of wisdom. The Pandya king, who doubted that the woman was naturally married, could have been a wise man in this matter. ,. ”
"I 'll laugh here?" Not polluted? ”He asked her unknowingly at the wedding news. . The brief essence of the description is given above. If he had to write everything he said it would take the form of a epic. Since then I will not deny how he tasted any part of me. . . I do not shy away from preventing acts that cause pleasure to flow. Let's see then in detail about the glorious armpit. Now we will travel back to Kumbakonam bus. . .. ..). The armpit, which had not been removed for six months, was due to a rash on the affected area. This place too, the hair he could feel under the thin jacket cloth, must have been attracted to the moisture that had soaked into the cloth, and he browsed his fingers around as if he were reluctant to leave that place. I shuddered a little, unable to bear the embarrassment. Fear must have come back to him. The hand withdrew. Vikramaditya, who was not at all discouraged by seeing anything else moving from me, took courage. The touch continued. Since the armpit area was sensitive the fingers in the jacket area started the test flow. Slowly his palm rested on my forehead. He ran his finger slowly over the side of my coffin and began to teach me a lesson.
His fingertips felt my stalk stiffen and he started to grab my coffin. It was only then that I realised that he was sitting completely leaning against the side of the window without me knowing that he was comfortable occupying my coffin.
My jacket without the first hook was comfortable for him. His hand was now directly on my breast It just stopped for a while as the brakes hit. This direct touch should have kept him slightly lit in the skull. He must have been agitated that I was sitting leaning against the window, with no resistance, standing with the stalk pierced, and holding the boob wimpy caught in his hands. He must have predicted that I would not be able to sleep after so long. Now his hand was advancing up to the elbow in the gap of the window. My left forearm is also within the bounds of his aggression. His hand began to show intensity as he worked slowly without slipping my saree. The saree slipped and fell on his lap.
He tried to undo the hook of the jacket. Unfamiliar. I was afraid that the jacket would be torn in a hurry as it was tight due to the bulging urns. I grabbed his hand. Frightened, he tried to pull his hand back. He could not because he was advancing up to the elbow. I didn’t let go of the hand about. He must have been completely scared & Whispered that thanks.
The driver of the bus, who was in a state of disarray at the time, pulled out the headlights of the bus as the curtain fell between the two. I released his hand. Immediately pulled back. I took the saree from my lap and adjusted it on my shoulder. The bus stopped at the Madurantakam bypass section. The two got off. No one climbed. The lamp was turned off again. The bus was faster than before. I prepared for the second invasion of his hand. I unhooked the jacket hooks one by one. No more fear of tearing off the jacket. Fully open jacket on front. Bra is the only shield for my breast I sat close to the window. I waited. It is not new for a woman to wait until she can fulfill her desires on her own, without being able to tell her husband openly, with billions of lustful desires in her heart (not counting whether her husband will misunderstand her or not).
He clasped his hand and entered again. There was no hesitation this time. Entered directly up to the elbow and got active. He did not expect the jacket to be open. As soon as he touched my breast with his hand, the voice whispered, "Thanks Auntie." The one who rubbed the breast that was squeezing the side of my bra just put his hand through the gap that was on the side of the bra. His whole breast came under occupation. Just started kneading. He started squeezing the protruding cock with his fingertips. My breasts began to swell. “Your armpit scent is so kick. . . ” He must have sniffed his hand, which was playing in my armpit, when the bus stopped at Maduranthakam. I have an arrogance .. I have the power to attract a young man to take the risk beyond his fear of lust. I leaned forward slightly and removed my bra hook while enjoying the bliss of the blind. Complete release of mangoes. Full freedom in his hands. He must have been excited. The stalk of my coffin crumbled. I want the cupid’s lilies to be soft. Even the husband has never cried like this. The pain was unbearable. I shook his hand angrily. I wrapped it tightly around the saree.
He began to beg. ... ”Sorry sorry” he muttered several times. Not just pulling the hand back. The hand rest on the right side of my seat was on the wire. After a while my anger subsided. The pain in the nipple also subsided. His plea caused pity. My emotions were already aroused so I didn’t have the mind to push him out at once. I sat without saying anything. I slowly pushed my hand away as he tried to touch me away for a while. This happened two or three times. Now my anger and pain were completely gone somewhere. "It simply came to our notice then. Believe me; I Promise "" Sorry. . Complaints such as "sorry" continued. When he tried to touch her again, nothing resisted. Understanding my consent, the Vikramaditya placed his hand on my thigh.
Everything a woman needs to have is the right size for meWere located. My husband would cooperate with me at night as a slave. Although I have a lot of feelings, I do not show off because I am an average Tamil woman.
One night my mother had to go home to Kumbakonam for a show to see my uncle's girl. Due to a sudden trip, I boarded the government express bus without my husband's support. My 5 year old son came with me.
The bus found space two rows before the last lane. I sat on the window sill and hired my son to sit next to me. Channaloram Amara Adam did not like him because he was asleep. As the bus was tilted, I leaned back in my seat and tried to stand in front of my seat.
It took me a long time to park my son's ticket in proper condition as the bus was without proper maintenance. The young man was enjoying my forest without blinking an eye. The feeling of being admired by him and my urgency to fix the slip quickly took more and more time without appearing to fix my forehead. The only way I noticed my jacket was without a hook was when I adjusted the front seat after the guy adjusted the seat one way or the other. I failed to notice it in the rush to leave. Pale yellow colour jacket ,,,,, white lace bra ,,,,, mmmmm ... . . I thought the boy's eyes had gotten a good treat. It seemed to me that I was getting a thrill out of it too.
The conductor handed over the ticket and left. Many people sitting in the back of the bus got off at the Tambaram bus stop. Must be bus staff returning after completing second shift. A few of the climbers sat in the front seats. I put my suitcase in the place above my head. I noticed that there was no one near the young man or around us, and he looked eagerly at my waist and wet armpit area and the forest that clung to his jacket. Suddenly a thought came to me. .. to seduce him. ,, I deliberately spent too much time in use as if to put the suitcase right. He must have gotten a good feast for his eyes as he raised my hands. He was looking as if his eyes were splashing. I leaned back in my seat with a satisfaction thinking that his sleep was bad for me. Little did I know then .. that my sleep would also be ruined that night .. .. ..the driver turned off the lights. Very thin blue light on the front of the bus. Our area lamp must be faulty. I closed my eyes to sleep.
It will be a while. The cushion of my back seat was slightly bent. He should have kept his leg there. A few minutes later his leg advanced further. Slim was lying on my back. I sat quietly. His toes now began to rub against my back. I sat down reluctantly to prevent it as he played with the back of his toes without feeling too soft and tingling which gave me some sort of timid pleasure. Little by little he must have dared. Now the pressure of his legs had gathered. His legs were starting to measure across my back. The fact that there was only a small gap gave him a reassurance that the frictions were not likely to cross the border. At the same time, I began to wonder what he could do next. The thought that it would be wrong for a foreigner to allow me to take so much liberty quickly subsided. Now he was beginning to look at the gap of his foot. The pressure of the hind leg was assembled. I understood his desire to touch my back door and touch my door to heaven. Even if I lift the back slightly he understands that I am ready to cooperate with him. I sat there showing no movement thinking of waiting for him.
As my emotions began to enslave me I began to pull the envelope off my right hand and rub my left coffin with the jacket. My stalk began to stiffen. I enjoyed playing with my stalks with my fingernails while enjoying the vibration of my urn. My nostalgia for not being near my husband began to rise. It seemed as if we could unhook the hooks of the jacket and bake the bowls as we had planned. The bus suddenly stopped while I was enjoying such thoughts with my eyes closed.
The driver put out the light. It is the Chengalpattu Bypass Place of separation. Reluctantly my hands closed the saree. The young man in the back also hurriedly removed his legs. An elderly passenger boarded. Something in the front sat in a seat. Once the conductor has issued the ticket The lamp was turned off again. I sat in the backseat expecting Romeo to continue his footwork. But nothing like that happened. The bus speeds well Favourite. My emotions were also starting to come under control.
In the back he could feel the adjustment of the seat by the sound coming from there. Then silence. There is no movement. I thought he must have started sleeping with frustration realizing that nothing could be done in that small space with his legs. It was then that I realized that my thinking had been lying for a while
Did not realize. The only time he would decide to stir me up, my opposition, and move on was when he adjusted his slip straight without tilting. It was only when he got down to the next action that I realized that he had narrowed the gap in the back. ..
The back of my seat swayed. Small movement to my right. I saw his fingers enter through the gap between the window and my ace. His pointed fingers were very close to me on the back of my seat. It dawned on me that the guy trying to get down to handicrafts was useless at foot work. A flutter in the mind. His fingers advanced a little further. There will be a gap of two to three inches. A counting flow within me even in that time of palpitating anticipation.
He must have thought I was asleep. . . . At the same time he should get what he expects without hesitation. My tempers also need to be coastal. I have to make way for this. . . “
I decided right away. I slowly raised my right hand and placed it over my head. Raising my hand I decided to reduce the gap from the window sill and his fingertips to my right. I moved slightly towards the window and sat down without him noticing my movement. I waited for his next move. . . Surprise myself. ...! Nana is behaving like this .. .. I do not know something! I was not myself that day. . . . I was longing for the hand of someone other than my husband to crawl over me.
Just a few minutes. . . Many hours passed like drops. . . His fingertips folded. In my right forearm by the movement of the bus or by the advance of his hand. . . On the side of the forearm. .. .. on the jacket. . . I waited for him and his finger fell off. It was as if he had never expected my breast to fall directly into his hand like this. He could feel the fingertips trembling. But he did not withdraw his hand. Touching my beauty without him touching it with trembling made me shiver.
This thrill was completely puzzling to me..the place my husband touched many times. . . None of my clothes are off… .I know what the dimensions of sex are. .. .. I have enjoyed my husband to a great extent ... .Husband is touched enough by hand and mouth enough. On the coffin rubbed, rubbed, licked, kissed, bitten, and kneaded. . . . Until then I would not have trusted anyone who would have told me that a teenager's fingers would evoke such a wave of emotion, not even directly on that forest, but on the bra and jacket. . . But how thrilling that is !!! . .. ..I do not know the answer till today கூட Even as I write this I can feel that moment precisely. .
The first electric climax occurred to me during the first night when my husband was rightly hugging me tightly, pulling off the saree and staring at the breast very closely, and kissing my breast nipple with my jacket. This recollection still lingers in my thighs. I feel like the dimension of my breast is increasing. I ask permission to go to the bathroom and fix that messy moisture that is accumulating downstairs. Let the mind balance somewhat.
Though trembling his fingers slowly failed to keep an eye on his thing. My forearms are normally bulging uncontrollably into the bra. I wear the bra tightly when going outside except when I am at home so that the rabbit cubs do not drop too much. My emotions were now aroused as the rabbits were squirming in the lateral space of the bra. His fingers trembled and began to telegraph over the side of his jacket, which was tucked away.
One or two minutes. . .He withdrew his hands now. His hands on the side of my back on my seat; Still trembling. The guy has to be completely new to this kind of activity. I was sinful myself. It was as if he had to put his hand on my forehead and say consolation. But I depended.
5-10 minutes have elapsed. The trembling in his fingers on my back was completely stopped. His hand crawled forward as expected. The side of my jacket began to wave. Slowly pressurized. The tremors were answered by him without saying. He measured the outline of my bra with his fingertips. My arm reached the armpit area as he traveled with his hand above his head. I kept my side window closed to avoid fast blowing wind. I was in a flood of emotion with anticipation and shyness hit me when he rubbed the armpit area which was thin and wet with sweat. I have removed armpit hair only a few times with hair remover. My husband does not like to remove armpit hair. His favorite sport is to put his face in his arms, sniff and kiss. Telling me to keep my hands up as it enters me alternately tastes my armpits inside and out. . . Inside out. . . Inside out. . .I have noticed that his speed increases manifold while doing. His argument is that the armpits will be better moisturized if they can.
“. . .Women are naturally fragrant; .. has a different scent. A woman full of different fragrances in a different organ (!). Not only that. . . Although the male has a scent, the female is the one who embodies different scents at different times. The male must have the right taste to feel and enjoy it. He who does not enjoy this special gift that God has given to men is a void of wisdom. The Pandya king, who doubted that the woman was naturally married, could have been a wise man in this matter. ,. ”
"I 'll laugh here?" Not polluted? ”He asked her unknowingly at the wedding news. . The brief essence of the description is given above. If he had to write everything he said it would take the form of a epic. Since then I will not deny how he tasted any part of me. . . I do not shy away from preventing acts that cause pleasure to flow. Let's see then in detail about the glorious armpit. Now we will travel back to Kumbakonam bus. . .. ..). The armpit, which had not been removed for six months, was due to a rash on the affected area. This place too, the hair he could feel under the thin jacket cloth, must have been attracted to the moisture that had soaked into the cloth, and he browsed his fingers around as if he were reluctant to leave that place. I shuddered a little, unable to bear the embarrassment. Fear must have come back to him. The hand withdrew. Vikramaditya, who was not at all discouraged by seeing anything else moving from me, took courage. The touch continued. Since the armpit area was sensitive the fingers in the jacket area started the test flow. Slowly his palm rested on my forehead. He ran his finger slowly over the side of my coffin and began to teach me a lesson.
His fingertips felt my stalk stiffen and he started to grab my coffin. It was only then that I realised that he was sitting completely leaning against the side of the window without me knowing that he was comfortable occupying my coffin.
My jacket without the first hook was comfortable for him. His hand was now directly on my breast It just stopped for a while as the brakes hit. This direct touch should have kept him slightly lit in the skull. He must have been agitated that I was sitting leaning against the window, with no resistance, standing with the stalk pierced, and holding the boob wimpy caught in his hands. He must have predicted that I would not be able to sleep after so long. Now his hand was advancing up to the elbow in the gap of the window. My left forearm is also within the bounds of his aggression. His hand began to show intensity as he worked slowly without slipping my saree. The saree slipped and fell on his lap.
He tried to undo the hook of the jacket. Unfamiliar. I was afraid that the jacket would be torn in a hurry as it was tight due to the bulging urns. I grabbed his hand. Frightened, he tried to pull his hand back. He could not because he was advancing up to the elbow. I didn’t let go of the hand about. He must have been completely scared & Whispered that thanks.
The driver of the bus, who was in a state of disarray at the time, pulled out the headlights of the bus as the curtain fell between the two. I released his hand. Immediately pulled back. I took the saree from my lap and adjusted it on my shoulder. The bus stopped at the Madurantakam bypass section. The two got off. No one climbed. The lamp was turned off again. The bus was faster than before. I prepared for the second invasion of his hand. I unhooked the jacket hooks one by one. No more fear of tearing off the jacket. Fully open jacket on front. Bra is the only shield for my breast I sat close to the window. I waited. It is not new for a woman to wait until she can fulfill her desires on her own, without being able to tell her husband openly, with billions of lustful desires in her heart (not counting whether her husband will misunderstand her or not).
He clasped his hand and entered again. There was no hesitation this time. Entered directly up to the elbow and got active. He did not expect the jacket to be open. As soon as he touched my breast with his hand, the voice whispered, "Thanks Auntie." The one who rubbed the breast that was squeezing the side of my bra just put his hand through the gap that was on the side of the bra. His whole breast came under occupation. Just started kneading. He started squeezing the protruding cock with his fingertips. My breasts began to swell. “Your armpit scent is so kick. . . ” He must have sniffed his hand, which was playing in my armpit, when the bus stopped at Maduranthakam. I have an arrogance .. I have the power to attract a young man to take the risk beyond his fear of lust. I leaned forward slightly and removed my bra hook while enjoying the bliss of the blind. Complete release of mangoes. Full freedom in his hands. He must have been excited. The stalk of my coffin crumbled. I want the cupid’s lilies to be soft. Even the husband has never cried like this. The pain was unbearable. I shook his hand angrily. I wrapped it tightly around the saree.
He began to beg. ... ”Sorry sorry” he muttered several times. Not just pulling the hand back. The hand rest on the right side of my seat was on the wire. After a while my anger subsided. The pain in the nipple also subsided. His plea caused pity. My emotions were already aroused so I didn’t have the mind to push him out at once. I sat without saying anything. I slowly pushed my hand away as he tried to touch me away for a while. This happened two or three times. Now my anger and pain were completely gone somewhere. "It simply came to our notice then. Believe me; I Promise "" Sorry. . Complaints such as "sorry" continued. When he tried to touch her again, nothing resisted. Understanding my consent, the Vikramaditya placed his hand on my thigh.