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Naukar aur Punjabi Malkin Sex Story Kuch dafa maa da pateh pair yeh bas samaj kar ik do din ki baat na kare, mere ko naukaron ki shakl se riha bhi gaya. I understand that I was new to this work and that's why I didn't complain.I had just come back from college, where I had studied engineering. Naukar ki profession ke bare mein lekin maa ke gaon mein hi hua tha; the only difference is that my mother was not there. I was still in my college uniform. There was just something about it that attracted me. They dressed like me, so I thought they must be working somewhere in the city. Even if I had never seen naukar before, it would have been easy to recognise them by their attire. Yes, what is happening to me!? I am feeling like a stepmother, which was weird because my mother is dead! They are not my real mother's friends or relatives; they are just people who live next door to us!They used to visit us every weekend; sometimes for tea and sometimes for dinner. I felt safe with them there; they were always nice to me and tried their level best to make my life comfortable. I wasn't aware of what went on behind the scenes; I didn't even know that they were engaged in an affair with each other. It was only later when she broke it off and broke my heart that I found out.They told me this:"Visen ke kehne ke bahar kar do, beta. Aankhein kya ho rha hai; aur agar din isse samajh pateh to kyaa hai?" (Look at yourself after spending a month in there; what would you like to do? And if you stay here for a year, what would happen?)That's how they used to joke with me about their affair. "Aur samajh pateh ho gayi, aur agar saath ne woh apna idea door door gayi to kyaa hai? (You stayed for a month and if all your ideas door door, what would happen then?)"Chale din bhi karega. Aapki bokari mausam ke saath bulaya. Aur kyaa baat hai yeh?" (This time also you will stay for another month; you can take some time off. What's wrong with that?)It was horrible because I had no idea of what was happening beyond my mother's bedroom wall. At least if my mother had told me, then that would have made me feel better. Instead, I just found out when it was too late. I wish someone would have told me so that I could have given my opinion on what was happening behind the scenes. But they didn't want to hear anything from me. They never told me how their affair started or what had happened to them before they got together.It was while enjoying their hospitality that she used to tell me her secrets; sometimes, she would even get drunk and talk about it in front of her friends; but later she stopped doing that because the guilt used to eat into her heart, which is why she had abstained from alcohol completely after that day. cfa1e77820
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