Hi doston, main Nisha, aaj main aap sab ke liye mere sasurji ki kahani lekar aayi hu.

Mere aur mere Sasurjii ke beech jo hua, woh aap “Uncle ne uthaya mere gaand ka maza” series me padh sakte hai.

Uss dauran main jab sasurji ke saath timepass karti thi, toh unhone unke life mein jitni bhi auraton ke saath maze kiye, woh saari stories mujhe batayi.

Woh stories itni jyada sexy thi, ki maine tabhi soch liya tha, ki agar main kabhi kisi website pe apni koi stories share karungi toh inki stories bhi jaroor duniya tak pohachaungi.

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Sasurji Story – 1 (Jija – Saali)

Ye baat tab ki ha jab mere Sasur (Vijendra) 2006-07 ke dauran MIDC Nashik ek bade company me ache position par job pe the.

Unki company unhe hamesha business trips par beja karti thi. Ek baar company ne unhe ek bohat bade exhibition attend karne ke liye Mumbai beja.

Jab meri Saas ko pata chala ki Papaji (Mere Sasur ko main Papaji bulati hu) akele ja rahe hai, toh unke mann me ek idea aaya. Unhone Papaji se kaha, ”Agar aap akele ja rahe hai, toh hotel me mat rukhiye. Prabha ke ghar ruk jana. Uska ghar toh Malad me hai, aapke Exhibition center ke nazdeek.”

Prabha ammaji ki choti behan hai, woh apne Pati (Dinesh) aur bete (Rajat) ke saath Malad, Mumbai me rehti hai.

Papaji: “Ye acha idea hai. Waise bhi, mera trip 4 din ka hai aur itne din main bahar ka khana bilkul nahi kha paunga. Prabha ke ghar rahunga toh aaram bhi milega aur swadist ghar ka khana bhi.”

Ammaji: “Toh kar du main phone? Bata du Prabha ko dates?”

Papaji: ”Prabha aur Dinesh ko takleef toh nahi hogi na?”

Ammaji: ”Kya takleef? Woh dono miya-biwi toh hai ghar mein. Rajat toh hostel mein rukh kar engineering kar raha hai Pune se.”

Papaji: “Tik hai… phir, phone kar do Prabha ko.“

Ammaji: “Woh toh ulta khush ho jayegi Jijaji aa rahe hai sunkar.”

Meri Shaadi ke waqt main Prabha Maasi se first time mili thi, mere toh hosh udd gaye the.

Prabha Maasi bohat hot hai aur kafi educated bhi. 1981 me unhone 12th commerce pass kiya tha aur ek bade company me accountant job par lag gayi thi.

Maasi ki height hogi 5’4″ aur unka figure rahega lagbhag 36-26-40.

Woh apne body ka bohat dhyan rakti hai. Woh jogging aur yoga karke apne body ko hamesha fit rakti hai.

Woh meri saas jaisi bilkul nahi hai. Bohat modern hai. Humari Shaadi me sleeveless blouse pehan kar aayi thi aur meri toh aaj tak himmat nahi hoti sleevless blouse pehanne ki.

Maasi jitni hot, utnehi ghochu hai Dinesh maasa. Dinesh maasa itne patle hai, ki agar zor-zor hawa chalegi toh woh udd jayenge.

Aur ek taraf mere Sasurji, 5’9″ ki height, hairy chest, well built. Sasurji ganje jarur hai par unki personality ka koi match nahi.

Main toh Sasurji ki kahani shuru hote hi samaj gayi thi ki Prabha Maasi ke toh maze hi maze hai.

Papaji ghar se subah jaldi nikal gaye aur 12:00 baje Mumbai pohche. Waha se auto lekar Maasi ke ghar pohach gaye.

Maasi ke darwaza kholte hi, Papaji ke lund me hulchal hone lagi. Maasi ek body fit blouse aur chiffon saree pehan kar khadi thi. Unki Saree itni tight thi ki unka pura figure ubhar kar aa raha tha.

Prabha Maasi: “Jijaji, kitne dino baad aayi aapko iss saali ki yaad?”

Papaji: “Arey Prabha, company ka kam itna zyada hai, ki chutti milti hi nahi.”

Maasi: “Ek lauti saali hu main aapki, baki duniya bhar ke Jija log toh apni saaliyon le liye kya kya nahi karte, aur ek aap hai, jinko humse milne ke liye company exhibition ka sahara lena padta hai.”

Woh dono hasne lage.

Papaji: ”Dinesh chala gaya office?”

Maasi: “Woh jaldi nikal jate hai. Unka 9 to 5:30 ka shift hai. Woh ghar se 8:45 ko nikal jate hai.”

Papaji: ”Matlab, usko aate aate 6:30 ho jayega?”

Maasi: “Haan… Woh sab chodiye… Aap toh din-ba-din handsome hote ja rahe hai, kya raaz hai?”

Papaji: “Tum konsi kum ho? Tum bhi toh umar ke saath aur bhi khubsurat hoti ja rahi ho.”

Maasi: “Acha aisa hai, toh mujhse shaadi kar lete, Didi se kyu ki? Meri Didi ke toh maze hai…”

Papaji: “Arey, tum toh meri ‘saali aadhi gharwali’ ho hi… ab bas aadhi aur ban jao, toh puri gharwali ho jaogi.”

Yeh kehkar dono zor zor se hasne lage.

Maasi: ”Aap haath muh dhokar, fresh hojayiye. Main aapke khana lagati hu.”

Maasi ki jab jab nazar hat thi, Papaji unke gaand aur boobs par nazar marte aur kamuk ho jate. Papaji ki halat kharab ho rahi thi.

Papaji aur Maasi ne saath milkar khana khaya aur Papaji nikal gaye apne exhibition center ke liye.

Sham ko Papaji apne kuch purane doston se milkar 7:30 ko phir Maasi ke ghar pohche.

Dinesh maasa Papaji ko dekh kar bohat khush ho gaye aur unhe gale laga kar ghar me unka swagat kiya.

Dinesh Maasa: “Viju bhaiya, aap jaldi se naha dhokar aa jayiye, main whisky lekar aaya hu. Prabha chicken fry bana rahi hai. Dinner ke pehle, do-do peg lagate hai.”

Papaji kitchen ki aur chale gaye Maasi se kuch kehne. Woh jab kitchen pohche, toh dekha Maasi paseene se behal apni saree ke palu ko kamar me ghusakar kamar aur gaand matkate hue roti bel rahi hai.

Paseene ki ek boond Maasi ke kaano ke peche se safar karta hua, unki gardan par, waha se unke peet par waha se blouse ke andar se hota hua unki chikni kamar par aur waha se unke gaand me ghus raha tha.

Papaji ko us paseene ki boond se irsha hone lagi. Woh sochne lage, ‘Kaash us boond ki jagah main hota’ aur kamukta se Maasi ki orr ghoorne lage. Itne me Maasi ne unhe dekh liya.

Maasi: ”Jijaji, aa gaye aap?”

Papaji abhi bhi Maasi ke rasile badan ko nihar rahe the, unka dhyan nahi tha.

Maasi: (zor se) “JIJAJI? Kaha kho gaye aap? Naha kar fresh ho jayiye. Main kuch nashta lagati hu aap dono ke liye.”

Papaji jhatke se hosh me aaye. Woh thoda sharminda ho gaye. Woh samaj gaye Maasi ne unka tharak-pan dekh liya, par woh apni sharmindagi chupate hue bole, ”Arey Prabha, ek towel milega?”

Woh towel lekar bathroom me chale gaye, aur jo Maasi ka nazara unhone dekha tha, woh mann me sochkar apna lund hila hila kar muth marene lage.

Woh nahakar apne bedroom me change karne gaye tab unhe ehsaas hua, ki woh extra pair Underwear pack karna bhool gaye.

Ab unko raat bar sirf lungi aur t-shirt me rehna hoga, kyuki jo underwear woh pehan kar aaye the, woh unhone dhokar sukha diya.

Papaji pareshan ho gaye, kyuki ab agar woh galti se bhi Maasi ko dekh kar utsuk huye, toh unke bamboo se tamboo khadha ho jayega unke lungi mein.

Papaji apne lund ko adjust karke living hall mein pohache aur Dinesh maasa ke saath baitkar whisky ke peg lagana shuru kar diya.

Dinesh Maasa: “Prabha, chicken fry lekar aao yaar.”

Maasi chicken fry lekar pohachi aur plates me parosne lagi.

Dinesh maasa: “Prabha darling, tumhari cheese bhi nikalo fridge se aur aajao lagate sab saath mein ek ek.”

Maasi sharma gayi aur smile karte karte chicken fry parosne lagi. Jab woh Papaji ke plate me paros rahi thi, unke saree ka pallu niche gir gaya aur unka bada sa cleavage dikne laga.

Papaji ki halat kharab ho gayi, woh mahol bhool kar Maasi ke chuchoon ko ghurne lage. Daru ke nashe mein unhe aisa lag raha tha ki Maasi ke chuche unhe apne pass bula rahe hai.

Itne me unke lund me kuch hulchul hone lagi. Papaji ne jhat se hosh sambhala, kyuki woh nahi chahte the ki unke Saadu aur Saali ke samne unka tower signal pakde.

Maasi: ”Ap log chalu rakhiye, me nahakar apne kapde badalkar meri bottle lekar aati hu.”

Papaji: “Bottle, kya bottle?”

Dinesh Maasa: ”Bhaiya, aap kisiko batayi math, lekin main jab apne liye whisky leta hu, Prabha ke liye ek choti wine ki bottle lekar aata hu. Hum dono mast daru peekar maze karke so jate hai.”

Papaji: “Arey, wah Prabha! Kya sun raha hu main yeh?”

Maasi: “Aisa kuch nahi hai, Jiju. Jabse Rajat gaya hai hostel, hum ghar pe akele hone ka fayda utate hai. Sirf 3-4 baar kiya hai aisa. Inki baatein sunkar aapko aisa lagega ki main bachpan se hi koi sharabi hu.”

Papaji apna lund ko apne tango ke beech dabochkar bolne lage, “Nahakar aajao phir, timepass karte hai.”

TV pe gaane ke channel lagaakar dono Dinesh maasa aur Papaji peg lagane lage.

Kuch der baad, Maasi nahakar red color ki ek sleeveless nighty pehankar swarg ke apsara ke roop mein Maasa aur Papaji ke samne apna wine bottle lekar aa gayi.

Maasi ki nighty gardan se boobs tak aur pet ki nabi wale hisse me transparent thi aur itni tight thi ki Maasi ka poora figure point to point nazar aa raha tha.

Gadrayi raseeli Maasi ka yeh roop dekh kar Papaji ke muh se laar tapakne laga. Unka mann tha ki, isko utakar Dinesh ke samne hi zameen par patakar chod dalu.

Maasi aakar Papaji aur Dinesh maasa ke beech me bait gayi aur teeno idar udar ki baatein karne lage.

Idar Papaji ko nasha bilkul nahi ho raha tha, kyuki unka pura dhyan apne lund ko daboch kar rakne me tha.

Batoon baton aur peene peene me raat ke 9:30 baj gaye. Dinesh maasa nashe se bikul dhuth ho gaye.

Dinesh maasa: “Viju bhaiya, main toh ghutne tek raha hu. Aap continue rakho.”

Papaji: ”Itni jaldi? Abhi toh bottle aadhi bhi nahi huyi.”

Dinesh Maasa: (full nashe mein) “Nahi nahi, mujhe subah jaldi jana hai kal. Main ja raha hu tange pasarne.”

Maasi: “Arey, khana toh kha lo. Main nikalti hu.”

Dinesh maasa: “Mere pet bhar gaya tumhara swadisht chicken fry khakar. Tum Bhaiya ko company do, main chala sone.”

Dinesh maasa apne bedroom me chale gaye aur daarwaza band kar diye.

Maasi: “Jijaji, aap ke liye khana laga du?”

Papaji: “Sorry, Prabha. Main bhi nahi khaunga. Yeh 2-3 aur piece kha lunga, mera pet bhar jayega.”

Maasi: “Toh aap rukhiye. Main khana fridge me rakh kar aati hu.”

Kuch der baad Maasi aayi room me aur unhone main light bandh kar di aur dim lights laga di aur Papaji ki bagal me unse satt kar bait gayi aur apna wine peene lagi.

Maasi: “Aap kal kabhi niklenge?”

Papaji: ”Wohi, 9:30-10:00.”

Woh dono duniyabar ki baatein karne lage. Iss samay Papaji ko bhi thodi chad gayi thi. Dheere dheere woh bhool gaye unko apna lund ko bamboo banne se sambhalna hai.

Papaji ke mazak masti se Maasi hasne lagi. Khilkhilane lagi dono nashe me. Dhuth maze kar rahe the. Bale hi Papaji ka hasi Mazak chal raha tha lekin unke mann me Maasi ke liye kam-vasana badhti hi ja rahi thi.

Kuch der baad, koi toh ek ache gane pe Maasi utgayi aur apne glass ko haath me lekar slow dancing karne lagi aur hasne lagi.

Maasi: “Jiju, aap bhi aao na?”

Papaji: “Nahi-nahi, tum karo. Main tumhara dance enjoy karta hu.”

5-6 minute dancing ke baad, Maasi aakar phir Papaji ke bagal me bait gayi. Papaji bhi Maasi ke saath itna ghul mil gaye the ki unka apne lund pe dhayn nahi tha.

Jiska darr tha wohi hua. Papaji ki lungi main unke bamboo ne tambu khada kar diya.

Maasi ki nazar padi Papaji ke tambu par aur woh chauk gayi. Maasi ke chehre ka expression dekh kar Papaji gadbada utte aur woh apna lund tango ke beech dabochne lage.

Maasi: (haste-haste) ”Arey Jijaji. Yeh kya hogya hai?”

Papaji ekdum sharminda ho gaye, lekin unko daru chad gayi thi. Isliye himmat jhutakar bole, “Abhi tumse kya chupana Prabha? Main actually underwear pack karna bhool gaya, toh sham ko nahane ke baad pehanne ke liye mere pass underwaer nahi tha. Isliye without baita hu. I am sorry yaar.”

Maasi: (smile karte hue) “Isme sorry wali kya baat hai? Aap size aur brand bata dijiye. Kal me market se ek jodi lekar aa jaungi.”

Papaji: “Thanks.”

Maasi: (ek naughty hasi ke saath) “Woh sab toh tik hai, lekin abhi iss waqt aap ka suraj mukhi kyu khil utta?”

Yeh kehkar Maasi zor zor se hasne lagi aur yeh sunkar Papaji ka jaise dil halakk mai aayaga. Woh smile kar rahe the, lekin paseena paseena ho gaye. Himmat jhutakar Papaji bole, “Itna sexy dress pehankar aise aise gaano pe dance karogi, toh hum bhi toh garam khoon mard hai, ho jata hai yeh sab.”

Yeh kehte hi Papaji me aur himmat badh gayi. Unhone apne daboche hue lund ko tango ke beech se azad kar diya. Waise hi lungi me phir tambu ban gaya.

Papaji ki baatein aur ye nazara dekh kar Maasi aur Papaji zor zor se hasne lage.

Maasi: (haste-haste) “Oh-ho, matlab aapko apki Saali sexy lagti hai, bata du Didi ko yeh sab?”

Papaji: ”Arey, zulum mat karna. Woh toh waise bhi shak karti hai mujhpar.”

Maasi: ”Toh, sach batayiye Jiju. Kya aapka sach me kahi chakkar hai? Kyuki aap itne hatte-katte mard hai, aapka toh zarur hoga.”

Papaji ke dimaag par daru ka nasha aur Maasi ke prati kamukta haavi ho chuki thi, ab unke zubaan par koi lagam nahi tha.

Papaji: ”Chakkar-wakkar kuch nahi hai, lekin agar koi kuch pyaar se deta hai, toh hum rakh lete hai, mana nahi karte.”

Maasi: (smile karte hue) “Chi-chi, Jijaji. Ekdum bhankas aadmi hai aap. Kon karta hai yeh sab? Didi se nahi milta kya aapko?”

Papaji: ”Arey, meri Saali ji. Mujhe toh hafte mein 10 baar mile toh kum hai. Aur tumhari Didi ne 4 baar diya toh badi baat. Meri aas poori hoti hi nahi.”

Maasi ye sunkar thoda shocked ho gayi, “Hafte me char baar, iss umar mein bhi? Mere aur Dinesh ka toh mahino se bandh hai.”

Papaji: (haste haste) ”Mahino se nahi kiya? Kaise jeeti ho tum? Mera toh do din band ho jaye toh aise tambu banna shuru ho jata hai.”

Papaji aur Maasi zor zor se hasne lage.

Maasi: “Lekin, Jiju. Ek baat manni padegi. Iss umar me bhi aap sex ke prati itne vyakul hai sunkar acha laga.”

Maasi ke muh se ‘sex’ word sunkar Papaji ka nasha thoda kam hua aur Maasi ke prati kamukta badne lagi. Papaji ko darr tha agar kuch hogaya aur kisi ko pata chal gaya toh un dono ki life kharab ho jayegi.

Par dheere dheere Maasi ka wine bhi unko madhosh kar raha tha. Woh ab Papaji ko ek naughty smile dene lagi thi.

Maasi: (lund ki taraf ishara karte hue) “Ye toh bada khatanak malum padta hai. Itne der se khada hai. Ab tak tas-se-mas nahi hua.”

Papaji: “Kisi ayire-gaire ka nahi hai. Mera khiladi hai. Jab tak khoon nahi chakta, tab tak peeche nahi hatega.”

Aisa kehkar Papaji hasne lage, lekin Maasi ki nazar ab tak unke lund pe thi.

Maasi: “Jiju, aap dikhayenge mujhe? Main dekhna chahti hu.”

Papaji: “Nahi, nahi. Ye sab nahi. Kuch anhoni ho jayegi, zindagi ka sawal hai.”

Maasi: “Kya anhoni? Bas dekhna hai mujhe, aur kuch nahi.”

Papaji na chahte hue bhi maan gaye. Woh bohat kuch karna chahte the Maasi ke saath par unhe pata tha, woh thik nahi hai.

Papaji: “Ek jalak dikhata hu, aur kuch nahi.”

Papaji ne apni lungi hatayi aur apna lund haath me le liya aur chamde ko niche sarkha liya aur lund ko ragadne lage.

Maasi ek tak dekhti hi ja rahi thi unke lund ko. Maasi ke muh me paani aane laga. Ye dekh ke Papaji phir apna lund lungi ke andar dalne lage. Itne mein Maasi ne unka haath pakad liya aur sir hilake “abhi mat dalo” wala ishara kiya.

Papaji ko darr lag raha tha, ki Dinesh na aajaye. Woh dheere baat karne lage.

Papajii: (puspusate hue) “Arey, kya kar rahi ho? Dinesh aa gaya toh?”

Par ab Maasi kaha maan ne wali thi? Unhone itna bada lund apni zindagi me kabhi nahin dekha tha. Maasi ne shaadi ke baad bhi office me kafi sare lund se chudwaya tha. Par aisa vishalkaya lund kabhi nahi dekha tha.

Maasi: (phuspusate hue) “Jiju, apna haath hatayiye, main hilati hu.”

Papaji: “Arey, pagal ho kya? Nahi, nahi.”

Par Maasi ne zabardasti Papaji ka haath hataya aur unka lund apne haath me lekar hilane lagi. Ab Papaji bhi maze lene lage the aur Maasi ki oor kamukta se ghurne lage.

Maasi bhi ab puri tarah kamuk ho chuki, unhone apna honth Papaji ki taraf kiss karene ke liye badaya. Papaji lapak kar unke honthon ko choosne lage.

Ab Maasi dheere dheere Papaji ka lund hila rahi thi aur dono ek doosre ke hoothon ko choos choos kar ras pee rahe the.

Bohat der tak kissing ke baad, Maasi Papaji ka king cobra apne muh me lekar zor zor se chusne lagi.

Maasi ekdum pagal ho chuki thi. Woh shayad kaafi mahino se lund ki bhooki thi, aur jab mila toh itna bada aur bhadiya lund.

Maasi befikr hokar ‘slurp-slurp-slurp’ ki awaz ke saath Papaji ka lund ko chus rahi thi.

Papaji bhi aankhen bandh karke sir ko peeche dal kar madhoshi aur tivr kamukta ke saath lund chusayi ka maza le rahe the.

Papaji dheere dheere ab Maasi ke shareer par haath pherne lage, unka haath Maasi ke boobs aur gaand tak sab pohach chukka tha. Maasi bhi is ehsaas ka pura lupt utta rahi thi aur chusayi me koi kasar nahi chod rahi thi.

Papaji ab Maasi ki gaand ko zor zor dabane lage. Jitni zor se papaji gaand dabate, Maasi utne hi zor se apne hoonth papaji ke lund par tight karti.

Dono kamvasane me doob kar ek doosre ka purnn maza le rahe the.

Kuch der baad, Papaji “aah-aaha” ki awaaz ke saath Maasi ke muhh mein hi jhad gaye. Unka ek katoora maal Maasi ne ek gahtak me hi pura pee liya.

Itne me Dinesh maasa ke room me kuch hulchul ki aawaz aayi, aur Maasi aur Papaji dono ghabra kar apne apne kapde aur shakal tik karne lage. Dinesh maasa neend me room ke bahar aaya.

Dinesh maasa: “Arey, aap logo ki gupshup ab tak chal rahi hai? Kafi der ho gayi.”

Papaji: “Arey, haan… Mujhe bhi subah 9:30 ko nikalna hai. Main sone ja raha hu. Good night Prabha, Dinesh.”

Maasi: ”Arey, Jijaji… Rukhiye na… Thodi der aur, itni kya jaldi hai?”

Dinesh maasa: “Arey, sone do unko. Aap jayiye bhaiya.”

Ye kehkar Dinesh maasa washroom ki or chala gaya, aur Papaji ne Maasi ko ‘bal-bal-bachgaye’ wala expression de kar chale gaye apne room mein.

Doosre din subah Papaji, kal raat ko jo-jo hua, woh soch kar mishrit bhavana se guzar rahe the.

Unko vishwaas nahi ho raha tha ki Prabha maasi ne unka lund choos kar maal gatak liya, aur uska Pati un dono ko pakadte pakadte reh gaya.

Papaji ne hosh sambhala aur nishchay kiya, kal raat jo hua woh hua, ab age kuch nahi hoga. Balki baki ke din woh kisi hotel mein shift hone ka sochne lage the.

Time 8:30 cross kar chukka tha. Woh jab bedroom se bahar aaye, toh Dinesh maasa nikalne ki tayari mein the.

Dinesh Maasa: “Chaliye bhaiya, main nikla raha hu. Sham ko milta hu.”

Ye kehkar maasa office ke liye rawana ho gaye.

Papaji ki nazare maasi ko dundh rahi thi. Wo kitchen main nahi thi, living room main nahi, phir dekha toh maasi jhuk kar unke bedroom me jhaadu mar rahi hai.

Massi ne kal wali red nighty hi pehani thi. Papaji ko unka cleavage kal se jyada hi kuch dikh raha tha. Tabh Papaji ko samaj aaya, maasi ne abhi bra nahi pehana hai. Shayad woh sote waqt bra nikalkar soti hai.

Papaji apne aap ko sambhalne ki koshish kar rahe the par Maasi ke bade bade chuche unko cheenk cheenk kar apne pass bula rahe the.

Papaji: “Prabha, thodi chai milegi?”

Maasi: “Arey Jiju, utt gaye aap? Chai abhi lati hu.”

Papaji: “Suno, kal jo hua, woh bikul tik nahi tha. Hum dono apne parivarik jeevan me behad khush hai. Toh chandh lamho ke maze ke liye hame apni khush-haal zindagi daav pe nahi lagani chahiye.”

Maasi: “Aap jo keh rahe hai, uspar me puri tarah bharosa kar leti, agar ye baatein kehte waqt apki bandhook iss tarah tani na hoti.”

Papaji ne jhat se niche dekha, unka lund Mughlo ki troops ki tarah maasi pe nishana lagane tayar khada tha. Shayad maasi ke bade bade safed boobs dekh kar unka lund utt gaya tha, unko is baat ki khabar nahi thi.

Papaji: “Arey, sorry Prabha.”

Ye kehkar Papaji phir apne lund ko tango ke beech dabane lage.

Maasi: “Aur kya maze ki baat kar rahe hai aap?! Maaza toh aapko mila hai, mujhe toh apne adhura hi chod diya.”

Papaji: “BAS PRABHA!… Ab iski koi baat nahi hogi. Main soch bhi nahi sakta agar Dinesh ne hum dono ko uss halat me dekh liya hota toh kya hota.”

Papaji ne chai piya, nahaya, dressed up hogaye, nashte kiya aur Maasi se bina kuch kahe exhibition hall chale gaye.

Exhibition hall me aaj ek seminar tha jo woh attend kar rahe the. Seminar 10:30 to 5:00 ka tha. Lekin Papaji ka dhyan bilkul nahi lag raha tha seminar mein.

Papaji ke dimaag me sirf aur sirf Maasi us red nighty me jo dance kar rahi thi, wohi ghum raha tha. Unka lund machal raha tha pant ke andar. Subah ka cleavage aur maasi ka paseene le latpat shareer Papaji ko bechain kar raha tha.

Lunch break ke baad lagbhag 3:00 baje Papaji seminar aadha chod kar ghar ki or nikal gaye.

To be continued.

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