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Pin drop silence hung i n the air again. Deen could however hear a resident mutter to himself, clutching his crotch, “Desh is a lucky bastard.” The man standing next to him also heard him and he added a rejoinder, “Yup! Imagine going to bed daily with that piece of ass. She’s built for fucking man.” Deen digested this vulgarity with a mixed sense of anger and arousal. He was as aroused as them. He saw little wrong in the ultimate physical expression of a mental urge. He secretly wondered how his mom would take it if all the men in the neighbourhood made a beeline for her when her husband was away. Even as he was thinking, he saw his mother getting dunked again. The moment she rose from the tank, Salman himself carried her by her full waist and dunked her all over again. She squealed this time, liking the familiarity of his strong hands and even managed to drag him too into the tank with her. Salman and Manya groped around in the pool, staggering to regain ground. In the process their bodies met, his crotch against her ample, wet ass. It was only for a few seconds, but it caught the eye of Salman’s mother – and Deen’s too. Deen did feel a wee bit of jealousy at the total fondness the couple in the tank were displaying. The woman being his mother added a fiery spark to his thinking. For the next five minutes he watched and heard his squealing mother as man after man carried her and dunked her with regularity, some of them doing it more than once. He saw Salman’s father discretely pawing his Mom’s wet assglobes even as he was throing her lusciously wet body into the tank. When the men started taking a few extra liberties indian on her still unaware self, Manya felt that familiar tingle in her loins. This was not the place to give in to her urges. She struggled out of the last man’s groping hands and went bbw towards handjob Sam, whose apartment was the nearest in the building. The festivities were as good as complete and people were clearing up. fat “I need to pee Sam, and dry up a bit, she asked him. Sam’s eyes took in her wholsome, well stacked form and licking his lips, he led her into his house. Deen’s eyes followed his mother’s wet ass, which could have as well big cocks been naked. But it was lustier than naked and hornier than nude in that tightly clinging wet saree. He felt that he may like to give it a thorough spanking till she yelped. Chapter 9 Sam as he was affectionately called by friends was actually Sameer and a budding photographer cum artist. He looked at Manya with his deep eyes taking in every ounce of her wet and lightly trembling body. The tremble was caused on account of the light breeze caressing her wet skin. He led Deen’s mother inside pov his apartment and guided her to the bathroom. His parents were still involved in the winding up of the morning’s activities and could take another half an hour. Recognizing Manya’s urgency to take a pee and her equally urgent need to rid herself atleast of the drip in her clothes, the considerate neighbour told her to use the toilet while he fetched the dryer for her hair. Manya tread softly on the carpet, hoping the colour water drip from her juicy body would not damage the carpet. Her whole body was coated in red, including her face. If she were to make a first appearance in this manner, none would recognize her by face. But now everyone in the area would recognise her by her voluptuously stacked body, more so by her flaring ass with the big butt cups. Almost all the men would recognize her blindfolded by feel too, going by the way they all manhandled and dunked her. Truly she had become the neighbourhood wet dream and yet she maintained her own aura and control over things, managing to make everyone feel exclusive and special. In short nobody would fuck and tell on Manya. 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