Uma showed me that. Then only I came to know that someone lives in my neighborhood house. It was vacant for quite sometime. Now, someone is living there. I didn't see anyone there. But now I know that a young man (boy ?) and a middle aged lady lives there.. and they must be Nair.. ! You know, even without seeing a thing, we perceive certain things, with the available data. Just see the snaps. That's the data. And, I could say the above facts. However, I shall try to probe more and confirm my assessment. The snaps are of the terrace of my neighbor's building. See what's put on the 'ayyah' for drying ? How did I deduce all these ? ...... a boy ? Yes, a shirt and a knicker (half pants ? ). Then, how about the lady ? Yeah.. look at the cloths ... there's a 'set mundu' and a 'thaar (onnara) mundu'. That's enough to deduce all these.
Uma wanted some purchases. Yesterday evening, at about 6.30 pm, we went straight from the Office to a textile market (they call it so !). She bought something.. but my attention was on the innerwear section. I took some snaps in my mobile. Uma, noting my actions, winked at me and smiled. But she helped me nicely to be near there for some more time.. Uma took some time to purchase two items from this counter. I'll show you what she bought.
At the counter.
Printed panties...
The one above is a panty with a wide elastic waist.. for controlling the belly!. .
Uma is an employee now. She joined (my) office on 22nd Monday. I am sure, I've told you regarding the pressure on me to put her in my office. The situation was demanding, that if Uma wants to be here (that's my need too ), she should get into some employment. Else, she'll have to get back to her home at Vaikom. After a few days of drama Uma (and I ) played, I was compelled to put her in my office. I am happy, she's here. But... I've the problem that she's in my Office ! I've a few people in my office, doing different jobs. Adding one more is not a problem. But that addition is Uma.. that's the problem now. Everyone here knows that Uma is 'my inner lady'. I've put her for some simple clerical work (data entry too), and attached to Swamy (my Office chief ). I told Swamy to train her in all office activities (so that I can put her for more responsible tasks later, with an elevation). The problem now are many. I am not able to concentrate on my work in the office... as Uma is right in my front office... She pulls all my attention! though she does her job. The office staff is treating Uma like a 'big" person, though I introduced her to all as a new clerk only. But everyone, it seems, understands my weakness over Uma. That's why they all have a different smile (and laugh) while interacting with me or Uma. However, I don't bother how these guys take it.. I know, its all will die down after sometime. But... yesterday, I got a news from Mercy (another office girl.. I told you about her !) that the office fellows call Uma (secretly) as my "വെപ്പാട്ടി". I don't bother.. let them call whatever ! ... in fact that's the truth, you would agree ! Uma commutes with me to the office. When we reach in the morning, and leaving in the evening, I feel a bit shameful .... by the smile they all spread out... But, as I told you, it's none of their business. It's my personal affair.. why the hell should they think otherwise !...
Uma caught me red handed. Yesterday, I was doing a solo act in my room, with my laptop on my lap, showing a beautiful flat golden belly, when Uma came in. I was holding the laptop with my left hand, while the right was busy stroking my dick and balls. I didn't know Uma came in... I was so immersed in my act. But no juices came out... she pulled my ears, and I woke up. Uma was looking at this picture.
"Maamma... it's thrilling .. enjoy... Even I feel like licking her navel... so beautiful... " Uma said. She put her hands on my dick and pulled off my hand. And she said "let no juices flow here.. let all juices flow into its ultimate depths..". Uma then walked back ... may be to the kitchen !
Uma continued to interrupt me, with her questions. But I stopped her from interrupting me. And I continued my narration of my experiences with Remani ... and so it went on.
I continued to visit my home regularly, twice a month. My visits were mostly aimed at meeting Remani. However, I could not make any intimate interactions with her. But I used to talk to her. My GM was sick those days, and was not active as she used to be a couple of years back. My interactions with Remani was solely of chats, and I remember how warm our chats were. At the kitchen, at the dining, and in the courtyards. I could feel the warmth even now ! She was so nice a girl.. so loving… caring.. and extremely nice to me. She had a special attention to my personal needs. And by this time, Remani was the master of the house, as other family members were out of that place for work or for other reasons. Remani was solely looking after my GM , and the home.
A few years later, (sometime in 1977) , my frequency of visits diminished. Even if I’m there at home, I didn’t get enough opportunities to interact with Remani. Other family members – my mother, brother, uncle, or someone else - were the deterrents. During the end of that year (must be the Christmas holidays ?), I reached home on an evening. My GM was sick and was lying in her room. Remani was there, taking care of GM’s needs.
I sat with my GM for sometime, and went for a bath. When I returned after the bath, Remani was reciting Keerthans , in front of the Nilavilakku. She didn’t care me even. I went to my room, started reading the Malayalam magazines (which my uncle subscribes to). May be at around 8 pm, Remani came and called for dinner. I went in to the dining and found Remani waiting for me with Kanji and ancilliaries (chutney, pappadom, payar thoran, manga pickle .. wwhhaaaa what a tasty food… that too with Remani’s kaippunyam !). While I was with my Kanji, Remani stood opposite to me .. and chatting. I was asking her about GM and other household details. She was very pleasant and answering my queries. My attention went into her details. She was wearing a long paavaada and a blouse. The blouse was not that long, but just a little up her waist. A bit of her belly was visible. She had her hair put up and tied at the back of her head (as used to be by the ladies while at home). She was wearing a few ‘kuppy valakal’. She stood leaning back on the wall, as she talked to me. My eyes were massaging her all over… she must have got my message.. may be that she smiled and nodded her head in negation (meaning don’t look at me so ..). On finishing my kanji, I woke up and walked out to the wash. The wash area was poorly lit, as the light there was not put on . I washed and turned back. Remain was just behind me with the plates.. for her to wash them. She waited for me to move away and give way for her. But I stopped in front of her.. and looked at her eyes. A few moments passed and then I pulled her close to me . In the rapid action, the plates fell down.. with loud metallic sound. I pulled her close and embraced her. She was trying to pull out .. as she was scared .. of Gm.. and the sound..
“What’s there ?” GM asked from her room. “Nothing… the plates fell from my hands.. nothing… I’ll wash and come now … “ said Remani a bit loud to my GM. We both stood there waiting for any further query from GM. But nothing followed… and I pulled her again and embraced.. and kissed her all over her face.. on the forehead.. on the nose..on the cheeks ..the ears.. and the lips. Deep kisses.. my tongue ploughed into her mouth and she too bit my lips. My hands were fondling her tight boobs … I tried to remove her blouse.. she said “no… ammoomma…”But I managed to remove one pin from her blouse front.. and my hand went in the blouse… she had the bodice (not the bra ) .. I caught her boobs over the bodice.. and tried to untie her bodice. The knot is between the boobs.. but she declined to untie.. and the kissing went on.. for some time....embraced. For these few minutes.. we both were forgotten ourselves.. and so hot… my hands were searching her butts.. I could feel her thaar inside and the knot at the back. I tried to pull up the paavaada.. slowly I lifted the paavaada with my right hand.. holding her with my left hand.. slowly it raised and I could access her thaar.. I caressed her thaaar front and tried to finger her slits. The thaaar was so tight, I couldnot enter my fingers.. I went in for the rear knot..it was very difficult to remove the knot.. and the thaar flap fell down….
“Remaniiii….” Oh..GM is calling.. we were shocked to hear that call.. Remani suddenly released herself from my grip.. and said “Yes..coming ammoomma..”.
She said to me “Go..” and she went in to the kitchen. I walked away through the verandah .... to my room..
The whole night I was dreaming of playing with Remani.
Uma repeatedly asked me whether I had sex with Remani those days. Though I answered her negative, she couldn't believe my words. But let me tell you all ... my answer is ... 'NO' ! But then I have to explain. I had a lot of plays with her... only external.
Umawas keenly listening me. I continued my story of the girl with traditions.
Remani has always been a girl following traditions. She went on well with GM. She did all, the way GM wanted. That’s quite natural, as Remani was from a Nair family and she knew all the cultural values and systems to follow. This was a very key factor, why my GM liked her, and vice versa. Remani used to wear long Paavada and long blouse, at home. When she goes out, she used to have a half-saree too. Inside the paavada, while at home, she used to have the thaar. And when going out, she used to have the knicker. However, for temples, she’ll have the thaar for sure. I remember, during my later visits home, I used to pick up her thaar thorth and knickers, from her room. I loved them, and enjoyed its smell. Once I took (stole) one thaar mundu (worn and put for washing in the bath room) and brought to my place (a lodge at that time). I could take out that great gift (which I stole) everyday, and enjoy its erotic fragrance. Hhaaaaa…. Remani’s exotic fragrance ! ( I’ve thrown away that thaar mundu, only just before my marriage ). Remani invariably takes bath early morning, and an evening body wash. She wears very clean cloths, and usually puts a chandanakkury on her forehead. This is not done, only when she is ‘out’ with her periods (theendary). Remani was not a beautiful girl, but just looks good. Her body was.. Ok .. just shaped…. But had a heavy boobs and a fairly flat butts, though very wide. My visit home frequented. I think my GM could sense my attaraction to Remani. However, she did not make any mention on such things. After a few weeks (months ?), I had a very interesting encounter with Remani. By this time, we were like close friends, and my family members didn’t suspect anything bad in our close movements. After all, she was our family member by that time. One Sunday, when I went to the bath room (outside), Remani was in. Actually, I didn’t know she is there. But, surprisingly, when I pushed the door of the bath room, it opened and I entered. Remani was standing shocked .. and with her paavaada held over to cover her body. She was changing her dress for bath. Unexpected, I too was perplexed. However, I got control over the situation… A few minutes passed by.. she was looking at me.. and my eyes roaming all over her. Slowly, I caught her, pulled her close.. and embraced. The paavaada she was holding fell down.. Oh god.. she had only her thaar , that too untied. I caught her close.. pressed her boobs.. and my fingers were searching for her thighs and slit. She held my hand.. and said “venda chetta… enikku pediyaakunnu… “ She looked frightened.. I was almost shivering… I could not resist my sexual temptations.. However.. I could not do anything more.. She pushed me slowly… and I came out of the bath room.. and walked to the verandah. After a few minutes, she came out after her bath.. and walked into her room.. presenting a sweet smile and shy.. Infact, she was running into the room, after a pause in front of me. GM was in the kitchen.. and that saved both of us.
Uma, last day, reminded me to tell Remani’s story. I told her it’s not only Remani’s story, but mine too. She reminded me that I told her about my vacation in which I first met Remani.
I hope you remember that I’ve been trying to tell you ‘Who is Remani to me ?’ May be I didn’t answer that fully. But I remember that I told you ..”Remani is my inner person’.I shall tell you more.
The next week, I took a day’s leave and reached home on Friday night. My grandma was surprised as to why I came in, uninformed. I told my ammoomma(GM), that I am on a tour from Monday, and so thought of visiting her the previous days. And so, I’m here. My uncle and brother were at their job places. So, Ammoomma had only Remani with her.
Saturday morning onwards, all my senses were tracking the kitchen and Ammoomma’s room. My eyes and ears were searching for Remani. At around 11 AM, I saw Remani going to the bath room near our well (no attached bath rooms those days). Ammomma was in the kitchen, and she frequently came out to the verandah to chat with me; So, I couldn’t move out. After a few minutes, Remani came after her bath, through the verandah, to her room. She smiled at me while going in, and I responded. I was looking for a gap, and when Ammoomma went in to the kitchen next time, I moved out to her room. There I saw, she was putting her bindies, and eye lining(kanmazhi) , holding a mirror in her hand. I stood in front of her… smiled.. and asked her..”did you apply powder.?”. “No”, she said . I took the powder tin, and put some powder into my left palm. With my right palm, I started applying the powder on to her face..cheeks.. forehead.. and then on to the neck. Smelling a rat (must be), she pulled back and said “No..I’ll do it myself ..”. I moved again forward and started putting powder on her neck and .. suddenly she pushed me back, and walked out of the room. By this time, I knew Ammoomma must be coming out to the verandah. I heard her talking to Remani.. asking her to wipe the powder well..”ee penninu onnum arinjukooda “… I walked in to the verandah. And the chat went about Remani .
Ammoomma told me more about Remani. She is from a poor family. Her mother is no more and lived with her two siblings, and with her father. Her father is a coolie kind of casual labourer. Being difficult to meet both ends meet, Remani was sent, after her 10th class, at the age of 14, to us for household work withmy Ammoomma. As I told you earlier, my Ammoomma always needed a personal attendant. And Remani was so placed. Over a few months, she became our family person. Remani was a very nice girl, she took everyone into confidence, and she moved with all very nice.. just as a family member, and not as a servant girl.I remember, during the next Onam, my Ammoomma gave her a gold chain, though small. She has been wearing that chain all along her stay with us .
That day, as I told you, all my senses were behind Remani. Somehow, I wanted Remani’s company.. I wanted to see her.. I wanted to talk to her.. I wanted her ! But, GM’s presencefailed me from gaining access to her. The next day, early morning, may be around 5.00 AM (my GM’s wakeup time) , I heard Remani and GM talking . I understood that Remani was sleeping with GM, and is next to my room. There’s a window between these rooms (Old design homes have many such windows; opening to another room.. Yes !).
GM then went to the bath room, near the well. Remani was alone in that room. I woke up and went in to that room. Seeing me, Remani was shocked.. She said “enta chetta… kaappi aayilla… “ and looked at me a bit frieghtened. I said.. “njaan ninne kaanaan vannathaa.. pedikkanda..” I slowly moved to her, caught her arms…and tried to embrace her. She slowly moved back.. saying “venda chetta.. and with a pause said “Ammommayodu parayum..” That was a threat for me. But I was a bit daring. I moved foreward, caught her.. embraced her and kissed on her cheeks..”I was afraid.. If GM returns now.. I’ll be caught.. ayyo… and I went back to my room.The first personal contact … the first kiss.. though not on her lips !
Uma gives high priority and status for my little one, the konakam. Look here.. my konakam is being dried on the 'ayyah', among other elements.. my shirt, pants, her bra and panties.
The second one shows the readiness of my dress for the day. Uma puts all the elements on the 'ayyah' right in the morning, for me to wear.
Uma cares the slits. What I am referring first is her own slit between the thighs, and the second is on the Churidaars. As I said earlier, Uma loves caressing her slits. But what I am talking about now is the slits of churidaars. Last day, Uma showed me a churidaar she was making for a girl next door. The side slits were so large, the slit starts from waist level. When the girls walk, the slits open up, and the semi-transparent bottom shows up the inner details. The panties are clearly visible. That's the trend today ! I have snapped them.. I shall show you next day.
Uma was very busy with Onam. She didnot go to her parents for Onam. She called Vasu last week and informed him that she won't be coming home, because she has to prepare for her interview. I hope you remember that Uma was to join some job, else she will have to return home. Now that I made a commitment for her job, Vasu agreed for her further stay here. Uma is enjoying her Onam. She takes city rounds, for seeing all Onam shows, and she happily purchases whatever she feels like. Ofcourse, I have to take her around, as she wishes. Yesterday was Thiruvonam. though Uma was in the forefront of Onam preparations, Remani was the key person. Remani knows well what's needed and what's not. Last week, when Remani told me that she may not be able to come for two days (on Onam day and next), I told her not to plan so. Afterall, she has to feed her two grownup children... call them too for Onam here. That solves all problems. Remani was so happy, she immediately agreed with me. I told her to invite her children, on my behalf. Moreover, I gave her 2 K, for purchasing onam dress for them. Remani took advance actions for the Onam. Yesterday, we had a feast (ഓണസദ്യ). Thanks to Remani for all the nice work she did. But, Uma was so busy, and she was as if the leader. She was there for everything.. and acted as the decision maker ! Later in the evening, at around 3 pm, Remani went home for a few hours, for return late in the evening. Immediately as Remani left, Uma rushed to my room. She was so excited.. she wanted some more pleasures ! She took the lead, and kick started me. Ayyyooo... she was again a hungry tigress. The tigers , on getting their prey, starts licking it. Lick, lick, and slowly starts the biting. It progresses on to eating. This happened with my tigress too. Starting with a lick.. slowly progressing on to bites... But after some time, she made me the tiger. Lick..lick.. and slowly biting.. and then eating.. She enjoyed that.. She was focusing on her slit.. extremely focused... she wanted me to lick and bite her slits.. for quite a long time ! So tasty, the slit was salty, sweet, and sour.. all at one time ! The juices were flowing free... enough for this thirsty tiger.
Uma has a very sharp vision.. I mean she look at things sharp and so she gets details in a flash. last day, when we were along the road, she showed me the following. It's a boy .. but with big and sexy butts. He's with very tight pants, and so his undie is clearly visible. Looks so sexy !
Uma signalled me and shown the girl. The girl has come to collect her orders placed with Uma. This is our colony girl, 10th student. Earlier, she was Uma's tuition student, but not now. She used to come to Uma for private consultations. As I told you earlier, Uma sells bras, panties, knickers, pettycoats, and other girly consumables. Many girls and ladies do come and buy. Uma normally takes the girl's dimensions, sizes up the readymade stuff , and give them. On friday, this girl came to take her pettycoat sized from Uma. When she was in, with Uma, I opened my v-eyes. Oh...Uma was fitting the bra and petty coat for the girl. Oh.. what a beautiful shape.. so wonderful structure ! Uma, I am sure was handling her very closely. Wearing the bra, pulling the straps and making corrections... then she put the pettycoat over the bra. Now the booms looked hemispherical. Two halves of a sphere... wow.. what a beauty. .. then Uma helped her put back the white shirt. So fine and tight fitting... the looks made me hot ! Her butts too are large and projecting. She had a black skirt..Black and white .. well matched. And now she is going back home... leaving me with hot balls and dick.
Uma says 'size matters'. She was explaining to me on the physical specialities of this generation. I said it's nothing to do with the generation, but it's about how things are projected and seen. But she says, 'not fully'. She pointed out correctly that, the physical dimensions of the new generation are larger than the earlier ones. That is evident from even the school girls. Look at the picture below. The breast of this girl, just a sample one, is so large ! May be that's why sexual crimes in the city are on an increase.
Uma is on an urgent work. Two knickers for Remani. Remani likes home-made knickers only. Infact, Uma gave her two fancy knickers a months ago. Next day Remani said she needs the thick cotton hand made knickers. And only that. "Ok" .. Uma said and proceeded. Yesterday, Uma made two more for Remani .. and two bodices are now being made. Onam special ? But, you know, Remani wears a thaar and bodice at home; knicker and bra while going out. Uma has a stock of soft cotton cloth, suitable for these type of garments. A bit thick . I told you some time back, that she makes knickers for the girls. Many of our local girls (in our campus) did in fact took knickers from her. She makes them to exact fitting sizes, with tying thread, and elastic type. That's why when she takes the hip dimensions, Uma gives me an alarm ... for my virtual eyes to be opened.
Uma stitches pettycoats and bodice too, well fitting. I have a picture of a petty coat she made for a girl. My virtual eyes stored the picture.
Uma could identify who's the first one, but could not say the second. The second one was a guest, and still becomes guest once in a while. But the first one came recently as a guest, became at-home. She's not willing to say anything more.
Uma loves baggy boobs. But her boobs are not. She always stare at heavy weight boobs. Yesterday, while on a trip to the market, she saw our neighbor lady moving in the market. Uma immediately called me and shown that BIG BAGGIES ! Wow...... it's as big and better than a soft foam pillow ! At home, in the evening, I happened to scan through some of my collections. Here are a few baggies... for your pleasure !
Uma's making fun of me. Whenever she sees a white cladded lady, she calls my attention. That's true with pictures too. Whenever and whatever kind of pictures they are, if the female subject is with a white dress, yes.. she calls me.
But the above picture has a special significance. It's one of her clients.
Uma suggested me to quote the following text, extracted from a letter. ഒരു പത്തിരുപതു പിന്നെ മുന്പ് ഈ റെഡി ശാദി പാന്റീസ് ഇല്ലാതിരുന്ന കാലത്ത്, പെണ്പ്പില്ല്ലെര് ഒരു പ്രായം ആയിക്കഴിഞ്ഞാല് - അതുവരെയും തുണി കൊണ്ടു നമ്മുടെ അയലത്തെ ചേച്ചി മാര് വെട്ടി തയിച്ചു കൊടുക്കുന്ന ഹട്ടി ഇടും - അവര് സ്കൂള് ലൈഫ് കഴിഞ്ഞാല് ഷഢി ഇടുന്നത് ഒഴിവാക്കും. പിന്നാ അമ്മമാര് ഒന്നര ഉടുപ്പിച്ചു ട്രെയിനിംഗ് കൊടുക്കും - ഒന്നു രണ്ടു തോര്ത്തുകള് (ചുടടീ തോര്ത്ത്) ഇതിനായി കൊടുതെക്കും. ഷട്ടി ഇടാതതിനാല് കവക്കിടയില റോമ ക്കടും പെര്മാനെന്റ്റ് ആയി ഉണ്ടായിരിക്കും, കൂടാതെ വീട്ടില് വച്ചു പ്രയാസമായതിനാല് ഒക്കെ ആയതിനാല് പൂട വടി ഇല്ലെന്നു തന്നെ പറയാം. അന്നൊക്കെ സ്വയമ് പ്രായമായ പെണ്ണുങ്ങള് - കല്യാണം കഴികുന്നതിനു മുന്പേ തന്നെ ഷഢി ഇടില് നിര്ത്തി കലയും- ആദ്യ മൊക്കെ എനിക്ക് അതിസയമയിരുന്നു - വലിയ പെന്നിങ്ങള് ഷട്ടി ഇട്ടു കുളിക്കടവില് കുളിക്കുകയും വെളത്തില് ഇറങ്ങി നിന്നു മ്കൊണ്ട് വലിച്ചുരി സോപിട്ടു നനക്കുകയും ഒക്കെ ചെയ്യന്നത്- അന്ന് തോന്നിയിട്ടുട്നു ഇവക്കു നാണമില്ലേ ഈ പ്രായത്തില് ഷട്ടി ഇടുവാന് എന്ന്. മിക്കവാറും നോര്ഗ്ത് ഇന്ത്യയില് ജോലി യുള്ള ചെരുക്കന്മാരുടെ കൂടെ കല്യാണം കഴിചു അയച്ചതിന് ശേഷമാണ് ഇവരൊക്കെ വീണ്ടും ഷട്ടി ഇലേക്ക് ചേക്കേറിയത് തന്നെ. അന്നൊക്കെ വളരെ വിരലംയിടു മാത്രമെ ഒരു ഷട്ടി ആരുടെ യെങ്ങിലുമൊക്കെ അയയില് കാണുവാന് സാധിക്കുംയിരുന്നുല് ഉ. അതും ഒതുക്കി മറ്റു തുണികളുടെ അടിയില് ഇട്ടു ഉണ്ങഗുന്നതും കണ്ടിട്ടുണ്ടേ. അതുപോലെ രാത്രയില് സപ്പടും കഴിഞ്ഞു മിക്കവാറും അടുത്തുള്ള മരത്തിനെറെ മൂട്ടിലേക്ക് മാറി ഒന്നര പിറകില് നിന്നും അഴിചു പൊക്കി യിരുന്നു കൊണ്ടു പെടുക്കുകയും ആ ഒന്നര തുണികൊണ്ട് തന്നെ അവിടം തുടച്ചു കൊണ്ടു ഉറക്കറയിലേക്ക് ചെല്ലും - പാവം അവരുടെ ഭര്ത്താക്കന്മാര്? ജീവിത കാലം മുഴുവനും ഈ മൂത്ര മണവും പൂക്കാറും സഹിച്ചും കണ്ടും കഴിഞ്ഞു കൂടനയിരുന്നു അവരുടെ വിധി.
ഇപ്പോഴ് നമ്മുടെ കേരളത്തിലെ പെണ്ണുങ്ങള് മക്കളൊക്കെ ഒരു പ്രായമായോ ക്കഴിഞ്ഞാല് - ഒന്നര യൂ പോയിട്ട് അടിയില് ഒന്നും ഇല്ലാതെ എവിടെ വേനമെങ്ങിലും നടക്കും. ഒന്നു രെണ്ട് പാന്റീസ് ഉണ്ടാങ്ങില് അത് പിള്ളാരും മറ്റു ആരും കാണാതെ ഇട്ടുകുണ്ട് പുകും വല്ല അമ്പലത്തിലും അതുപോലെ കല്യ്നതിണോ ഒക്കെ പോകുമ്പോള് മാത്രം. തിരികെ എത്തിയാല് ഉടന അത് നനച്ചു ഉണക്കി കട്ടില് - മേത്ത ക്ക് അടിയിലും, ഒക്കെ ച്ചുരിട്ടി കൂട്ടി വക്കും.
ഷട്ടി ഇടാതെ നമ്മുടെ വലിയ തടിച്ചി പെണ്ണുങ്ങള് ഒരു പാന്റീസ് ഇട്ടുകൊപ്ണ്ട് നിക്കുന്നത് വളരെ നയന മനോഹരമായ കാഴ്ച യക്ന്നു. ഇപ്പോള് വഴി വാക്കിലെ വിക്കുന്നവരുടെ ഓത്തു നിന്നു നമ്മുടെ പ്രായം ചെന്ന / തടി മുട്ടിയ ആന്റി മാര് ഷട്ടി എടുത്തു സൈസ് നോക്കുന്നതും വില പറയുന്നതും ഒക്കെ കാണാം . ഇങ്ങനെ പാണ്ടി യുഗത്തില് മോഡേണ് ആയപ്പോള് പൂഅക്കാട് കളയാനുള്ള ഇറെമ്സും ഒരു സഹായമായി . ഷട്ടി ഇവരൊക്കെ കുറച്ചു കൂടി സ്സ്ിആയി നമ്മുടെ ഉണ്ക്ലെ മാര്ക്ക് ശേഷവും നല്ല അവരുടെ സ്സ്ാല് ലൈഫ് മുന്നോട്ടു കൊണ്ടുപോകുവാന് സഹായിക്കുന്നുണ്ട്. .
Uma read ദ following statistics published in a magazine. Number out of 100 British women who say they enjoy phone sex : 50 Number out of 100 British men who say they enjoy phone sex : 44
Uma says, that's nothing surprising. Because, for women, talking and listening is a pleasure. They talk more and so listen more. That's true with sex too. For men, they don't listen, they just do !
But what Uma told me is that she too wants to try phone sex. I told her, you can do it without a phone. Then why take a burden !
Uma was almost like the Mogul girl. She didn't look at me. But the act went on for longer than usual. We both had our tops only ; I had my shirt only and she had her midi top . Remember, last day afternoon, we made a quick decision to make a simulated game. Yeah.. we had a Mogul one.. like the one picture I showed you. But fact remains.. it's strainous for the thighs. The sitting posture, for some time, made a pull on my thigh muscles. I know why. You know, I'm not normally doing any exercises, and the body is not prepared to take stresses for long. The muscles are a bit stiff. So, if you are inclined to try the Mogul one (as I did), caution ! Ensure you are taking some exercise.. sit and stand up .. a hundred times.. relaxedly... yes sure, then your muscles would get ready for the action. Then try Mogul ! I assure you, it'll be a good experience.. and a pleasure, like we both had ! Today, she told me to send you another set of Mogul pictures for your private personal pleasure. That's with Onam wishes from Uma. Something more serious has happened yesterday night. As I hinted , Remani didn't turn up yesterday. Later she rang up and told Uma of her problem. It's Ok, I said. After the evening stroll (I went for a walk after the simulated game) I came back , had a bath, and then went for the 8PM. Oh.. my stock is depleteing fast. I must tell Pai to get me one or two pints more for the Onam celebrations. This time I'll go back to my favourite 'liquid gold'. With a dose of 8PM, I's reading.. and after her keerthanams, Uma came in. When she saw me with the drink, she smiled at me.. took my glass and sipped. The message was clear.. she too would like to have the drink. OK, I asked her to help herself. She took another glass, and made a drink, and took two sips. She then went down (to the kitchen ?) and came back in 5 minutes. She brought upperi and murukku in a plate, and a cold 'Appy'. Yeah.. that was very nice. She poured my glass into her's and made a seperate drink for me, with the cold 'Appy". The drink was very nice.. Before I got into my second, she gulped all the 1 1/2 drink she took. She asked me to show the rest of Mogul paintings. I knew it's driving her to simulate yet another Mogul. And that happened.. but the pose was the same as was simulated in the afternoon. But this time, the Mogul girl had the thaar. Only the mundu was removed. I didn't have any shirt, and so I removed my mundu too. But I had a turban (like a king) with my thorthu. The thaar was untied (the knot removed from rear) and the triangular konakam end was hanging like an elephants trunk. With the posture, on the floor (not on the bed) , the hanging one was put on to the breast. The game lasted for more than the afternoon's.
Uma is right now hot ! She says she wants to try the unique pose, straight away. Simple one, but one of the best experiences.
I asked her "why unique ?". She said "Both of them have their top dress on, only bottom parts removed... Even when doing this, she's shy ... not looking at her partner.. but have a hidden smile ... " "Yeah.. you are right... the action won't be straining ... would be slow.. and slow ejections .. must be very nice.." We decided to simulate the Mogul picture.. now we go for that !
Uma is not very happy about the four pictures from Mangolia. Maybe, the presence of the animals make her confused over the activity. However, she is "OOOhhhhh" about the postures. Infact I took a long time to understand the poses. Well... its intriguing ..
Uma says "You seeing white is like a Bull seeing red". That's true. She knows well that white dress ignites my eighth sense. That's why she made a couple of white and red dress. Now she has full white paavada-blouse and a red-white midi. Last day, when we were reviewing some of the pictures (yeah.. including those Mogul paintings ), Uma had noted that I have a special collection of 10 pictures. Girl with white ! She asked me to go in detail, on those. I've narrated what happens in the pictures. It was like a slide show ! At the end she said "what's new here ? You saw this many times. The only change is .. instead of the white thaar... it's a yellow panties, ... that's all... !. " "Owowhhh.... " I could only exclaim !