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How would you feel if your wife was having sex with another man? It was truly an amazing sex experience. It is thrilling to see the wife lying around with someone else around him, experienced. It was such an experience for me. I sat on the sidelines watching my wife play Sarasa in someone else's arm. Still remembering that moment will be something Onthara Khushi. But the wife is thus prepared to make money; The same risk if money is spared from the husband.


It's an interesting story that my wife got the chance to watch sex with someone else; But it is also the beginning of a tragedy. Once accidentally became the owner's introduction. His age should be about seventy-seven. He is. So of course there was silverware. A man who always shaves and keeps his white clothes clean. His. . What got him interested in old age was when I talked to him and saw "CDs" of sex pictures he kept in his room.


 My friendship with him grew slowly. Thus after the friendship developed his family ie. Everyone in his house was called "Grandpa". And it became his name. His hotel workers would call him grandfather or grandfather.


Thus my friendship with this grandfather grew. The age gap between me and my grandfather was 42 years old, but somehow I had become a close friend of his. Sometimes he shared so many hidden things with me. As a record-keeper, the number of females he had dated to date was 132. As time went on and he was drinking, he used to gossip about the girls he had experienced while traveling abroad. What country girl How well does sex feel? How much medicine is given? He was saying all that.


This dear friend of mine, "Grandpa" had been visiting for many years but never came home. So I called him at my house for lunch once. He finally agreed, saying he would come again. I want to come tomorrow. I immediately picked up the mobile and phoned my wife, Smita, and said, "Grandpa will come to our house tomorrow." She was very happy. The rich man exclaimed that he was coming home for dinner. Come on, I'll cook better. ”


Grandpa came home that day. At age 77, he was driving a Skoda car. Horn made the car park in front of the house for exactly one hour. I ran over and removed the gate. The grandfather who did the same, got out of the car. He was dressed in a white shirt and a cotton shirt. He had a gold bracelet in his hand, a gold sash in his hand, and an old slipper on his feet. There was also a checkbook wallet on hand as usual. It was as if I had just finished taking a bath.


My wife, Smita, who was standing in the house, looked up. Since I knew him, I could see in his eyes what body part of my wife he was looking at. His eyes were hovering over my wife's blouse. Smitha was wearing a yellow sari with black saris. The blouse was also black. Smitha's chest valley was visible from within as it was a thin lightweight sari. The talisman on it was a little hidden.


Then the grandfather who came in is sitting on Diwana. As a lower middle class man, there was no chair and dining table in my house. There was only one Deewana. Sitting on it. Then my wife Smita called her "see home" and showed me the kitchen. She then showed a single bedroom. Grandpa walked behind her, gazing at my wife's hips and buttocks as she moved forward. I was behind him. One bed that sits on the floor in the bedroom and a white bed sheet and two pillows on it.


My and Smita's wedding photo album showed up after watching it. Grandpa praised my wife's beauty while watching the album. Hearing that, Smita was also excited. Speaking of this, Smita placed the leaf for dinner. As mentioned earlier, since there is no dining table in the house, she put a mat on the floor and a banana leaf in front of it. Grandpa washed and came and sat down to dinner. I was sitting next to him.


Whenever Smita bent over every dish, from salting to serving, her dark talismans weighed. Behind it the moles were shining. Smita is too silver. I can tell you Curry is white. Us at my wife's house. She's so silver. Whenever Smita bent, Grandpa's eyes were on her nipples. Once she lifted her hips, her hips slipped from her waist to her grandfather's eyes.


He said to his grandfather, "Smita your hips." This was a shocking and shocking speech for Smita. The husband was so embarrassed that the other looked at her body in front of her husband. Just laughed though. I look at her and laugh. When the meal was over, Smita gave the boy water. Grandpa washed and immediately held his hand on Smita's waist. I bought it that I am not close to. Smita was sweating. Adellavan



Neither of them knew what I had seen.


Smita then came out of the encampment. Her grandfather also came from behind. Speaking of giving something a signal. That became a double meaning dialogue for my wife, Smita. I knew that the grandfather had a purpose as well.


After all, I was hoping that Grandpa would leave our home. But Diwana lifted her leg and leaned against the wall. Then, in a serious tone, he boldly said, "I want your wife today." That was the moment when I heard the sound of laughter. I had no idea what to say. Smita leaned against the wall. Then continue saying, “Look at your home and see what the status quo is. Get some work, why not? ”


It was then. Aunta is saying that she should sleep with my wife Smita by giving Dada. Immediately my wife ran into the room. I went past her. She must be crying. But no surprise; Smita smiled. "Look at me and tell me I'll give you fifty," she said. For me. Why did she say that? I know my monthly income is four thousand rupees. She's not getting what she wants. I was just fine, though. Smita got out of the room by herself and stood in front of her grandfather and asked, "Are you fifty thousand?" She asked.


At the same time, Tata removed the checkbook directly from the check and asked her what the name was in Smita's bank account. Then Grandpa called me and said, “One day your wife is me. Just bought the products. She has agreed. ” All I can think is what happened to me.


Grandpa pulled her hand in her other hand while placing the check into Smita's hand. The door to the house was open. I ran into the melee and went out the door. The house is dim light. Smita was already in Grandpa's arm. Grandpa hurriedly set aside his lunge. Even inside, Grandpa's cheddar was silver. In the same hurry, Smita lifted the sari and petticoat together. I stood at the door as if intimidated.


Then Smita said, “Look, grandparents have paid. What's wrong with giving them pleasure once. I sleep with you all day; What have I got? Nothing. Look, grandparents ask for fifty a day and pay fifty-one thousand rupees. ” “Lie down and become; But I won't go out. ”


Despite all the talk; Our grandfather, who does not care for us, was busy working on the Smitha saree. Removing the cap, he pulled out the waistcoats and tore off the black saree with yellow butterflies and threw it to the floor. “Your wife is very sexy. You are lucky Leaving her with someone every day can be tough, ”said the grandfather. Again he pressed his face close to Smita's neck and began to kiss. Smita said, "Ah… ah… ah… a rattle… a thunderstorm…." I stood there watching all this. My own was too thick for me, without even knowing it. It was fun to see sex going on in the eyes.


Most importantly, he is happy to see his wife having sex with someone else. Grandpa Smitha slept on Diva. She stood up and unveiled the shirt button, "Oh… sexy… one day you are my wife ..." laughed awkwardly. Unzipping the shirt, he slid down his cheddar too. A black rotten banana-like tunic hung between his silver lining thighs. But there was so much left. But in the seventies, Grandpa's interest in sex surprised him. His is not standing up.


But the grandfather said, "Look at how it stands up," and pointed at me, pushing its cap back. Even then, I didn't feel it stood up. The grandfather slyly fell back on Deewana Aerie Smita. Leaving one hand down, Smita lifted up the skirt. He untied the skirt laddy with the same hand. Smita lay down like a madman and rubbed his body against hers. Strangely, he never kissed her lips and nipples.


Then her blouse hook began to take off. He removed the blouse and played with his finger in the valley between the moles. Smita laughed awkwardly, looking at me standing at the door next to her head while saying "Ah… Momma ...". By then, Grandpa had lifted Smita in half and put her on his back, taking off the bra hook. Grandpa's silver fingers were playing Sarasa on Smita's silver back. At the same time Grandpa was rubbing her thighs into Smita's thighs, sliding down her petticoat.


Neither of them knew what I had seen.


Smita then came out of the encampment. Her grandfather also came from behind. Look at the banana and leaf nut on the plate, and say something like "". That became a double meaning dialogue for my wife, Smita. I knew that the grandfather's purpose was the same.


After all, I thought that Grandpa would leave our home. But Diwana lifted her leg and leaned against the wall. Then, in a serious tone, he boldly said, "I want your wife today." That was the moment when I heard the sound of a small sound. I had no idea what to say. Smita leaned against the wall. Then continue saying, “Look at your home and find out what the status is. Get some work, why don't you? ”


It was then. Aunta is saying that she should sleep with my wife Smita by giving Dada. Immediately my wife ran into the room. I went past her. My expectation was that she would cry. But no surprise; Smita smiled. "Look at me and tell me I'll give you fifty thousand," she said. Shock me. Why did she say that? I know my monthly income is four thousand rupees. She's not getting what she wants. I was just fine, though. Smita got out of the room by herself and stood in front of her grandfather and asked, "Are you fifty thousand?" She asked.


At the same time, Tata removed the checkbook directly from the check and asked her what the name was in Smita's bank account. Then Grandpa called me and said, “One day your wife is me. Just bought her. She has agreed. ” All I could think was what happened to me.


Grandpa pulled her hand in her other hand while placing the check into Smita's hand. The door to the house was open. So I ran into the melee and went out the door. Dim light in the house. Smita was already in Grandpa's arm. Grandpa hurriedly set aside his lunge. Even inside, Grandpa's cheddar was silver. In the same hurry, Smita lifted the sari and petticoat together. I was standing there holding the door like a threat.


Then Smita said, “Look, grandparents have paid. What's wrong with giving them pleasure once. I sleep with you all day; What have I got? Nothing. Look, grandparents ask for fifty a day and pay fifty-one thousand rupees. ” “Lie down and become; But I won't go out. ”


Despite all the talk; Our grandfather, who does not care for us, was busy working on the Smitha saree. He removed the cap, pulled out the linen tied to his waist, and tore off the black saree with yellow butterflies and threw it to the ground. “Your wife is very sexy. You are lucky Leaving her with someone every day can be tough, ”said the grandfather. Again he pressed his face close to Smita's neck and began to kiss. Smita said, "Ah… ah… ah… ! I stood there watching all this. My own was too thick for me, without even knowing it. It was fun to see sex going on in the eyes.


Most importantly, Ondhara Khushi was watching the wife play a kamacrede with someone else. Grandpa Smita slept on Divana. She stood up and unveiled the shirt button, "Oh… sexy… One day you are my wife ..." laughed awkwardly. Unzipping the shirt, he slid down his cheddar too. A black rotten banana-like tunic hung between his silver lining thighs. There was so much left. But in the seventies, Grandpa's interest in sex came as a surprise. His is not standing up.


But the grandfather said, "Look at how you stand up," pointing at me, pushing its cap back. Even then, I didn't feel it stood up. The grandfather slyly fell back on Deewana Aerie Smita. Leaving one hand down, Smita lifted up the skirt. He untied the skirt laddy with the same hand. Smita lay down like a madman and rubbed his body against hers. Strangely, he never kissed her lips and nipples.


Then her blouse hook is removed. He removed the blouse and played with his finger in the valley between the moles. Smita laughed awkwardly looking at me standing at the door next to her head while saying "Ah… Amma…". By then, Grandpa had lifted Smita in half and put her on his back, taking off the bra hook. Grandpa's silver fingers were playing Sarasa on Smita's silver back. At the same time Grandpa was rubbing her thighs into Smita's thighs and sliding down her petticoat.


Smita murmured, "Ah… ah… ha…. Uh…. Ah…". I don't remember her ever doing that when I did. When I do, she is left with a lifeless body. I felt she should be more happy with this poor husband than the poor husband. At the same time Grandpa said in Smita's ear, "When you need money, come to my bed." Smita sounded like "Hmm… Hmm… Hmm…".


Her grandfather had already embroiled Smita on Diwana. He grabbed both of her breasts firmly in his hands and started to stare. Smita body for me


To me, that grandpa's back looks more white than Smita's body. Grandpa and Smita's legs were seen rubbing only near the thighs. I could feel that grandpa was inside the smithyar. But then Smita laughed and said, "Tata, I don't know where you are."


Smita said to her grandfather, "I will come upon you, and you shall lie down." My wife never told me that. I murmured that he was doing everything for the man who was in labor. Smita, meanwhile, fell asleep at 69 and laid her mouth on her grandfather. I still felt like a stomach bug. “I have never done this. Do it all



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