Before I left, I told my mother, "Oh, you are different, these girls, if you tie a saree like this and change it to a pottachi, now their boobs are starting to throb. If you tie a saree like this, these girls are the right girls. No, my dear, when they are full, talk to them like this and call them pottachi, see how these girls' boobs throb. If you ask Andy if you are a pottachi, even if he says no, his boobs will throb and dance and say yes, we are pottachi." I said Andy, "Is that right?" and looked at my mother-in-law jokingly. He also said yes and said that his boobs were throbbed. Mother and daughter laughed together.
Mother, from now on, we should make a law that a saree is the right dress for girls. I said, "Just like that, everyone should call me Pottachi from now on," and smiled at my father-in-law. Mom, the more we tease these Ampils, the more they will get angry. If we tease them like this, they will get angry. They will beg me to tease them more and fall at our feet. I have always understood all this. That's why my father and son are now falling at my feet, saying, "My destiny is my destiny." Now you too can play with them. They won't get angry, they will beg me to tease them more and fall at our feet like slaves, happy.
No matter how much I gave him to my mother, he still preferred me. Since my mother still goes to work, he is the only one left at home. My husband and I will go to work and return in the evening. My husband usually goes in his father's old car, ties a dhoti and goes out alone. I still go on my bullet bike, wearing a dress and going out alone. I arrive first in the evening. At that time, my father-in-law, at home, would tie a saree, put on flowers and do all the decorations like a wife waiting for her husband to come. As soon as I arrived, he would act like his husband and she would act like a bride to me.
As soon as I came in, as soon as I went and sat down on the sofa tired, he would come and take off my sandals and wipe them with his forefoot. Then he would bring me coffee and give it to me, and while I was drinking, he would sit down and hold my leg. He would drink the leftover coffee like a cup of tea that I would deliberately leave a little bit, and he would make those brothers drunk.
Sometimes, as usual, when my husband's car stops running (I have told him many times to buy a new car, but he won't change it, saying that it is a very expensive car, father and son), I will go and fetch him, and then since he is wearing a dhoti, he will sit behind me with his legs crossed on the side of the house like a bomb. I will also tell him that everyone is going to make fun of him and ask why you are behaving like this outside. He will say to him, "Let anyone tell me anything they want, I like this, you just take me with you." They will only see some small jokes on the way and make fun of me. I will also bring him back laughing inwardly.
After a few months of fatigue, once when the elder one could not get well, we used that as an excuse and shaved his mustache. Then one day, as he liked, we tied a sari to him and took him out of the house. Whenever they came out in a pot, their pussy would be very excited and make us happy. Understanding that, we also made it a habit, we would take them out like that often so that no outsiders would suspect.
One day, my mother and I took them both to a women's clothing store in a pot. Until that day, they would only wear clothes that we had made and worn. Today, we bought them new clothes for the first time. You should see how embarrassed they were before they bought them. It was very funny. They had bought all the women's clothes, including new bras and panties, and even bought beauty products. When they called them "fuckers" and "fuckers" in front of the girls working in the store, they had a hard time getting their pussy inside them and couldn't control it. My mother and I enjoyed it so much that we covered our mouths and laughed. It was a shame to see them. It was very funny to see her struggle to keep her sari from showing her panties, as her pussy was coming out of her panties.
When we got home that night, we joked that we were going to wear new dresses, thinking, "You girls, you're going to wear new clothes." That day, her pussy was bigger than I had ever seen. We took good care of her.
Now, both of them are relatives who often visit our house.They have become accustomed to the women next door and the aunts opposite. That's why now, even in the morning, they have started running around and putting on all kinds of costumes at the door. On the terrace of the house, they show off all their clothes. We stand next to them and give them authority, and the aunts next door laugh at everything.
We take them to the market street, on the aunts' track, and make them sit on the back of our bikes. If we see people we know, we stop and talk to them for a while. We laugh to ourselves when we see them scared and wondering if they know what happened to our sisters. Then, when we get home, we tell them stories and make fun of them. That night, they satisfy us well in their beds.
Sometimes, we go to some family events dressed as my husband and my father-in-law as a bombshell. Then we change it and go with my husband as a bombshell and my father-in-law as a bombshell. They also act like real bombs when they come to Bombshell Trace - we think they'll just throw the real bombshell at them.
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