Caution: True Story !
I generally keep my emotions and experience to myself, I have been a member of this site from a long time, and as my stats would bear testimony, I hardly ever interact. But here I am, telling about the experiences I have had, which for the most part have converted me into a "keep it to myself", but very fortunate person.
I have a very dear cousin in Lahore, who all of our family members very frequently visit. The All mighty has bestowed upon him wealth unimaginable, and certainly for all the reasons that he simply deserves it. Amongst the riches that he has been bestowed is his lovely wife, for now we shall just refer to her as Ann. Ann is the typical, down to earth, simple lass you can find in Lahore, a typical girl of the city, having a simple FA education and a very big heart. She makes the best "parathas" I have ever had anywhere in the world. She loves who heartedly and nature has given her a very ample bosom, a whopping 40+, after giving birth to 3 children she has grown, but the way she loves everyone is the reason everyone flocks to their place and perhaps why her husband is so successful in life. As you can see, I truly adore her, and very much like her.
To tell you about myself, as you would have imagined by now, I am a student in one of the most prestigious universities of this country. It was for that very reason, to give my admission interview that I visited them last year. She was her usual self, when I got to their place she led me up stairs to the guest room and made sure I was comfortable, after getting fresh I joined her downstairs in the lounge where she was watching TV along with her bhabie and kids. Its always a full house at their place, so we hardly find any time alone to talk, but seeing me as one of the few educated people who frequents their place, she always discusses her worries with me, especially the schooling of her children, as she felt that herself and in her husband that is all they lacked. But we would always talk when she would be doing house chores, and I am pretty sure she is aware of where my eyes are. For I have for ever felt that she makes an effort, to make sure that every second we get in solitary company of each other does not go to waste. She always bares a huge cleavage for my eyes to rest on, makes sure she is just a breaths smell away and every now and then allows me the chance to touch her gently.
But this time, it was different, I knew that her husband, feeling riches pouring in from his business, was not giving her due attention, and she also had the added burden of looking after the kids and the house and also feeding her in-laws, who pretty much languished in the earnings of her man. I could see her struggle, how she dealt with it all and her husband never understood her suffering and never had enough time for her. The two days I stayed at their place, she shared it all with me, how she wishes her children not to grow up in this environment and how she wished them to study in the same university as myself. During this exchange after putting her kids to sleep I do not how or when, we got close enough that I could feel her warmth and she could rest her head on my shoulder. I told her that the effort she was making would reflect in the success of her children and her response was "I just want to rest, I am tired". Smiling and knowing that she was tired, I offered her a service for which I am known in the family. "Lettarna" is what we call it in Punjabi, in English the closest approximate would be a massage. She liked the idea and I said, let me massage you the way I do my own brother and her husband. I put my hands on her shoulders and stood beside the bed, as she lay down on the bed, on her side. Standing over her, by her side, I could see down just till where I wanted. Rubbing her back, for the first time in 10 years of knowing her, I rubbed way down to her soft round behind, as large as she is, she was extremely soft and to my surprise just said "Ummmm" when I reached down there. By now my own problem was hard at work, and I decided to muster up some courage. I knew that Ann's husband was not going to be back in the next hour or so, and in laws were down-stairs and all her kids slept right in front of us. I knew that this is the best chance, I asked her do you trust me? and she turned around to face me. I said I will make you feel like you have never felt before, I knew she could sense that something was up and silently turned her face away from me. I knew, that I had been told to stay in my limits. So I gave her a full body massage, over her clothes, pressed her legs, caressed her inner thighs, and cupped her ample bosom, but never once did I cross my limits. After about 20 mins of massaging, she like her children was asleep, and I went to my guest room.
Ever since then, when ever I visit their place, she lets me get close, just enough and lets me see what I go there for, one of these days, she may just further the adventure, that is the hope which makes me go there again, and again.
I generally keep my emotions and experience to myself, I have been a member of this site from a long time, and as my stats would bear testimony, I hardly ever interact. But here I am, telling about the experiences I have had, which for the most part have converted me into a "keep it to myself", but very fortunate person.
I have a very dear cousin in Lahore, who all of our family members very frequently visit. The All mighty has bestowed upon him wealth unimaginable, and certainly for all the reasons that he simply deserves it. Amongst the riches that he has been bestowed is his lovely wife, for now we shall just refer to her as Ann. Ann is the typical, down to earth, simple lass you can find in Lahore, a typical girl of the city, having a simple FA education and a very big heart. She makes the best "parathas" I have ever had anywhere in the world. She loves who heartedly and nature has given her a very ample bosom, a whopping 40+, after giving birth to 3 children she has grown, but the way she loves everyone is the reason everyone flocks to their place and perhaps why her husband is so successful in life. As you can see, I truly adore her, and very much like her.
To tell you about myself, as you would have imagined by now, I am a student in one of the most prestigious universities of this country. It was for that very reason, to give my admission interview that I visited them last year. She was her usual self, when I got to their place she led me up stairs to the guest room and made sure I was comfortable, after getting fresh I joined her downstairs in the lounge where she was watching TV along with her bhabie and kids. Its always a full house at their place, so we hardly find any time alone to talk, but seeing me as one of the few educated people who frequents their place, she always discusses her worries with me, especially the schooling of her children, as she felt that herself and in her husband that is all they lacked. But we would always talk when she would be doing house chores, and I am pretty sure she is aware of where my eyes are. For I have for ever felt that she makes an effort, to make sure that every second we get in solitary company of each other does not go to waste. She always bares a huge cleavage for my eyes to rest on, makes sure she is just a breaths smell away and every now and then allows me the chance to touch her gently.
But this time, it was different, I knew that her husband, feeling riches pouring in from his business, was not giving her due attention, and she also had the added burden of looking after the kids and the house and also feeding her in-laws, who pretty much languished in the earnings of her man. I could see her struggle, how she dealt with it all and her husband never understood her suffering and never had enough time for her. The two days I stayed at their place, she shared it all with me, how she wishes her children not to grow up in this environment and how she wished them to study in the same university as myself. During this exchange after putting her kids to sleep I do not how or when, we got close enough that I could feel her warmth and she could rest her head on my shoulder. I told her that the effort she was making would reflect in the success of her children and her response was "I just want to rest, I am tired". Smiling and knowing that she was tired, I offered her a service for which I am known in the family. "Lettarna" is what we call it in Punjabi, in English the closest approximate would be a massage. She liked the idea and I said, let me massage you the way I do my own brother and her husband. I put my hands on her shoulders and stood beside the bed, as she lay down on the bed, on her side. Standing over her, by her side, I could see down just till where I wanted. Rubbing her back, for the first time in 10 years of knowing her, I rubbed way down to her soft round behind, as large as she is, she was extremely soft and to my surprise just said "Ummmm" when I reached down there. By now my own problem was hard at work, and I decided to muster up some courage. I knew that Ann's husband was not going to be back in the next hour or so, and in laws were down-stairs and all her kids slept right in front of us. I knew that this is the best chance, I asked her do you trust me? and she turned around to face me. I said I will make you feel like you have never felt before, I knew she could sense that something was up and silently turned her face away from me. I knew, that I had been told to stay in my limits. So I gave her a full body massage, over her clothes, pressed her legs, caressed her inner thighs, and cupped her ample bosom, but never once did I cross my limits. After about 20 mins of massaging, she like her children was asleep, and I went to my guest room.
Ever since then, when ever I visit their place, she lets me get close, just enough and lets me see what I go there for, one of these days, she may just further the adventure, that is the hope which makes me go there again, and again.
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