Anyway, coming back from Sen’s house, at first she hastily scampered upstairs to fresh herself. She wanted to wash all the traces of her Dadababu’s cum from her face….. that was lingering still then. Refreshed and clean…… but still tingling from the hot encounter with her Dadababu, she slipped into a skimpy nightie, then headed downstairs to eat something.
Parveen was really starved. She ate four pieces of sliced bread with a glass of cold milk, and that helped her a little. She felt her freshly-fucked pussy continued to itch at the vivid memory of her Dadababu’s sophisticated prick in her pussy. She couldn’t seem to think about anything else.
However for the first time in her life, she was really beginning to understand about her mother-in-law’s restlessness. At last, being tired and dreaming about another hot session with her Dadababu for next time, she started back up to her room.
Thinking about about her MIL again where she might be, she started climbing the stairs for bed. That’s when the front door burst open and two laughing voices filled the house…. freezing her on the steps. One of the voices was her MIL’s, but the other belonged to a male.
“Rahamat, you’re just awful! If I went around telling jokes like that, I’d be run out of town!”
Startled and curious, Parveen knelt on the stairs. From where she stooped, she could clearly see into the living room. Her mother-in-law appeared……. laughing and stumbling slightly, on the steadying arm of a bulky, muscular man.
It was obvious that they’d had a few drinks, and that surprised her even more. Although she was with her mother-in-law just two months, she never saw her to drink and always freaked out others who consumed those. But, at this moment, she looked as if she were practically swimming in alcohol.
She was holding onto the man’s waist for support as they headed toward the couch. Her light cotton Saree was carelessly askew, and her long, glossy deep-black hair tangled in loose curls about her shoulders. The luxurious shampooed hairs were splaying carelessly….. after being exposed to this cool summer breeze. Parveen couldn’t digest…… normally a neat, immaculate woman like Probhaboti….. never allowed herself to look the way she did now.
Anyway, at last, they reached the couch as Probhaboti flopped down onto her back….. placing a hand on her stomach. She wiped tears of laughter away with the other as the bulky man slumped at her feet with a heavy sigh.
To her amazement, Parveen now could recognize the man…… he was Rahamat Sheikh from across the street. He was a nice quiet father of only son Rahim Sheikh who was always friendly and polite whenever Parveen saw him.
She was quite aware about the fact that as a well-known cameraman of Tollygunge film-industry, he helped her Munmun Didimoni to acquire a major role in the film “Ekanto Apon”. But he had one major loophole…. he is an alcoholic person. Today also, he’d been drinking as well, and his broad, attractive face was flushed as he gazed down at Probhaboti, who lay on the couch gasping for breath.
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