And her butt is the sexiest asset she has. It is so soft and round and jiggles with her every move. She had nice round belly with lot of flesh in it and had deep round navel. And her boobs are bit sagging due to her age but are so big and round and
so soft . She normally wears sarees(tradational dress of the Indian woman) and her sexy navel is open in most of the time.even in school also.
My mom had no one except me .Our relatives kept a fair distance from us
This story goes back to year 2009, then we lived at .our town is also known for its vulberability for communal tensions between Hindu & Muslims.
I still remember it was cold evening of December. It was about 6:00 Pm and I & mom were in Neemaganj market buying some house-hold goods. The market was located im muslim majority area To our surprise suddenly there were screams all over the palce and people started running .
A person standing beside us cried : " Bagho danga ho gaya" ( Run ! the communal riot has broken out). The shopkeepers to close their shops soon the place was almost desolate.started
Unable to run away quickly and appalled by the conditions we ran into a narrow lane that was closed at one end.
On finding it ,we were to run back towards the open end but then we saw three persons with caps on thier heads
coming towards us . They had swords and katta(locally made pistol) in theiw hand. They surged towards us and get hold of us.They understood that we were hindus as mom was wearing conventional hindu outfits . Two of them raised their hands
to slain us but before their hands could have come down a man who seemed to be thier boss stopped them form killing us.
His name was Mazid. He ordered them to take us to with them.They blindfolded us and soon we were inside a old building. It was the dismal palce with low roof and four rooms .It seemed it was centre of some illicit acivity.
There was a small enclosed courtyard in it. The house was fairly lit but a foul smell pervaded it- the smell of tarra (indian rum)
was fairly lit but a foul smell pervaded it. Our blindfolds were removed and two of them were ordered to leave by Mazid. After sometime a fiat(old styled Indian car) stopped at the gate and a man came out of it.The person came appeared to be rich person as they were wearing stylish clothes. Mazid complimented him .
We soon learnt that the name of the new rascal was Qureshi and was owner of this palce. This man Qureshi was strongly built man and was heavily drunk at that time.He seemed to be a local gangaster.