( In the above picture : Gurpreet & Her Husband )
Gurpreet Kaur, one of the dearest friends of Protima Chowdhury sat on the commode, her nightgown bunched around her waist. Through her wide open legs she watched the last drops of her morning piss cling to her curly black cunt-hair, then drop into the bowl. She stretched and yawned, willing her reluctant body awake.
“Jas?” She called.
“Yeah?” Her husband answered, pushing the bathroom door open. “Well, aren’t you now
a pretty sight?”
“Look, who’s talking. You look as bad as I feel,” She said with a smile. Her husband was naked except for a towel around his mid section, his flaccid cock making a delightful bulge at the crotch. She saw it twitch as he eyed her with open appreciation.
Blessed with good skin tone and bone structure, the renowned childless Punjabi headmistress still possessed almost all the physical attributes that had first attracted her husband, over twenty years ago. Her face showed no surrender to her age and her long-legged body was well put together…. tits, full and firm, stomach flat, and a shapely set of jiggling ass.
“Oh, honey,” She said, “I can’t wake up this morning. I’m too beat up with the forthcoming half-yearly exam of my school. But what about you?”
“Fantastic…. fit as a fiddle and want to trot. Want to go around again?”
“You’re too much,” She giggled and then remembering something, she asked, “OK, did you hide our special homemade video real good? You know Ajmira often comes to our house with her son Abdul and the kid likes to play video games in our computer.”
“Of course I did,” He lied. Their latest homemade video was kept in a pendrive which was still attached in the computer socket…. however a copy of it was kept with hidden password in a folder of the computer. “Relax darling, he doesn’t go sneaking through the drawers anymore.”
“Oh, God. Do you remember when oneday Abdul found my soaked panties in the computer drawer and taking that he started to sniff? I almost died from embarrassment.”
“What’s wrong with that…. you know I’m a big fan of your soaked panties…. so you shouldn’t blame the kid!” Jaspal remarked in which they both broke into laughter.
“We’ve come a long way since then, haven’t we?”
“And how. That’s why I want all our videos in a safe place where no one is going to find them. You know it can spoil my reputation among my students…. and what about my friend Ajmira, she would never spare me.”
“Com’on darling…. don’t be so much tensed about that. You know now in internet’s era it’s a common matter to a large no. of persons. So don’t worry too much about it. Do you remember, how much Ajmira and her husband loved our special homemade videos just as much as we do. Admit it,” He urged.
“How could I dear…. those were the golden days…” Gurpreet tried to reminisce.
“Oh all those passed away since her husband’s death.” Jaspal felt extremely sorry for the sudden death of Ajmira’s husband. “Anyway we should try for a new ones….. what about your Bengalee friend…. I mean Protima?”