To a place where the softly cascading dark blue waters of the sea crashed upon the sand covered shores of some erotic fantasy I’d had before. With just a kiss, he took my heart. With the soft caress of his palm against my cheek, smoothing ever so softly down my neck, he took my soul. His other hand tangled in my hair, my own resting upon his chest, slowing running up to grasp his shoulders as I simply flew off as an exotic bird caught in the motions of avoiding its eventual capture. Oh, but I was already his. His hands flowed down my body just as those waves crashed onto the shore. He was my moonlight – I was his sea – he pulled forth soft moans from my slightly parted lips just as he gently pulled my clothing from me, and I his own. Passion ran rampant as our symphony grew louder – piercing my ears with the bittersweet sound of love, conquest, and the painful knowledge that it wouldn’t last. But this moment was MINE. And I’d be damned to the farthest pits of some unknown. She was that much free in front of me.I sat on bed and talking blah blah but my mind was seeing the parts of my maami. I saw her green panty is on the table, the panty which was rolled to my penis last evening. She was rapping with her saree and I was on bed. I said “Sooo Maami you have worn white flowered panty now”. She was damn shocked and checked her petticoat whether it is torn but it was not. She asked “how you know?” I said “I can see the things inside by my Divyadrishti”.She was bit embarrassed and asked with bit serious tone. Oh it was time to handle the situation and I started laughing and said “Dumbo maami, your green panty is on table and of course you are wearing white flowered panty”. She was relaxed and happy. But she did something strange.She just rushed towards me and started hitting me. I just jumped and lied on her bed placing my stomach on bed and laughing. She was hitting on my shoulder, back, head softly and continuously and saying “You became very naughty” Ohhh.
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