Indian Sex

It was a regular weekday morning , kids were off to school and my hubby left to work leaving me with the responsibility of receiving

we reached the ice cream parlour, it was winter time. The sitting arrangements in the parlour was on the first floor. When we entered the

“Oh, don’t go there!” my friend, Bhupen told me. “It is a terrible place.””How do you know?” I asked.”My father served there for five years,”