Main unke nazdeek gaya. Unhone meri bra utari aur mere boobs ko chusne lage.Papa – Debjyoti, tere boobs toh bohut ache hai. Desi indian Fir kya tha, waise waise mera body shape bhi change hota gaya. Andhera aur nashe mein papa ko dhundhli si shakal dikh rahi thi jo meri mom jaisi thi.Papa ne mujhe har jagah kiss karna shuru kiya. Khaana banana, ghar ki saaf safai, idhar udhar ke kaam, etc.Kyunki inn halaton ki wajah se Papa bhi kuch nahi kehte aur jaise chal raha tha waise chalne diya. Pehli baar maine papa ke lund ka ubhaar dekha aur mann mein ek ajeeb si hulchul hui.Main – Papa uthiye.Papa – Sunita, thodi der aaram karne do aur tum bhi mere paas aao.Yeh bolke unhone mujhe apne paas kheench liya aur baahon mein jakad liya. Seniors kabhi ched dete, kabhi professors ched dete. Dheere dheere unhone meri gaand ko smooth kiya aur apna lund daalne ki koshish ki.Main – Ravi, aaah, ruko…Papa – Debojyoti kuch nahi hoga meri
