Baap Beti Nanga Jism
Hello Friends, Main Roshni apni kahani ka dusra bhag lekar aai hun. Dosto aapne meri kahani Sexy Beti Ne Papa Ko Seduce Kiya 1 me padha hoga ki. Kaise main shahar me aakar shahar ke khulepan ko dekh kar dang rah gai. Baap Beti Nanga Jism
Aur Shahar ki hawa mujhe bhi lag gai. Mujhe bhi ek land ki jarurat mahsus hone lagi. Aur maine wo land apne papa ke pas dekha. Fir maine soch liya ki main ane papa ka land apni chut me pelwa kar hi rahungi.
Aur maine papa ko malaish ke bahane garam kar diya ab aage. Maine apni maxi apne galle (neck) tak chadalee. Ab main apne papa ke saamne ek tarah se sirf bra aur kachchi main thee.
Main: ab aap tel ki katori ko mere side mei rakh do aur oopar aake mere pet maalish karo…jaise mummy karti hain.
Papa ne tel ki katori ek side mein rakhi….aur doggie style mein mere oopar aa gaye. Ek haath zameen par rakha support ke liye aur doosre haath se mere pet par tel lagane lage. Ab vo mere saamne nahin balki oopar theh isliye hum almost face to face theh.
Main: haan papa.. toh main keh rahi thee ki jo cheezein tv par dikhaaten hain vo aapne pehle kabhi nahin dekhi hongi.
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Papa: aisa kya hai?
Main: lekin main nahin maanti ki vo sachaayee hai.
Papa: kya nahin maanti?
Main: vo dikhaten hain ki……….nahin main vo bol nahin sakti.
Papa: bata na..aisa kya hai?
Main: nahin…kaise bolu…..nahin bol sakti…
Papa: aisa kya hai jo tu bol nahin sakti?
Main: main toh kabhi soch bhi nahin sakti ki asia bhi hota hoga?
Papa: kya hota hoga?
Main: karke dekhoon…..par aap bura toh na manoge?
Papa: nahin manugaa.
Main: toh phir apna chehra idhar laao.
Maine papa ka face apni taraf kiya aur unke hoton par kiss kar diya. Papa ne aankhein khol lee….
Main: papa aapne kaha tha ki aap bura nahin manoge.
Papa: mujhe yaad hai.
Main:maalish kyon rok di….vo toh karte raho.
Papa: kya tv par yeh dikhaatein hain.
Main: haan papa….aap hi bataao, kya ladka ladki ek doosre se hnot (lips) milaate hain?
Papa: maine toh nahin suna.
Main: tv mein toh ladka ladki aise hnot milate hain jaise hnot se hnot ki maalish kar rahe ho. Papa yeh aap maalish kar raho ho yaa sirf haath pher rahe ho. Achchi tarah karo….aap toh mere kapdo par bhi tel lagaa rahe ho. Wk kaam karo aankhein khol lo..
Papa: aankhein toh khol leta hoon lekin tum kisi ko batana mut.
Main: kaha na…kabhi nahin bataoongi.
Ab papa ne aankhein khol lee aur unki jawan beti almost fully nagni unke saamne unse maalish karati hui. Apni beti ka badan dekhte hi vo thoda sharma gaye…
Main: thode lambe lambe haath chalaao. Tv par toh ladka ladki ki hnoto se itni achchi maalish kar raha tha aur aap toh haathon se bhi achchi nahin kar rahe…
Papa: nahin aisee baat nahin hai…..ab main kas ke karta hoon.
Papa ne lungi aur baniyaan pehni hui thee.
Main: papa dekho na, aapki baniyaan par tel lag raha hai, yeh kharab na ho jaaye…..isse nikaal do.
Papa: theek hai..
Aur papa ne baniyaaan utaar di. Ab meri maxi mere bra se oopar thee, papa sirf lungi mein theh aur mere oopar chad kar mere pet ki maalish kar rahe theh.
Main: papa…hnot se hnot milaanaa toh maine pehlee baar dekhaa hi. Lekin isse badi cheez bhi dekhi….jo main nahin maanti ki aslee mein hota hoga.
Papa: achcha…kya dekha?
Main: bata nahin sakti….apna chehra idhar laao.
Papa ka face apne haathon mein leke main phirse papa ke hnoto pe kiss karne lagi. Kuch der tak hamare hnot aise hi ek doosre se chipke rahe. Phir papa ne kaha.
Papa: par yeh toh tu bataa chukee hai.
Main: haan yeh toh bataa chukee hoon. Ab jo karna hai vo karne mein thoda sa ajeeb lag raha hai…….chalo kartee hoon…laao apne hnot.
Humne phirse kiss shuru kee. Ab maine apnee jeebh (tongue) papa ke hnoto par chalaaee aur papa ke mooh (mouth) ke andar daalni chaahi. Papa ne halke se apna mooh khol diya. Toh maine apnee jeebh papa ke mooh mein daal dee….
Main papa kee jeebh ko chaatne lagi. Ab papa bhi apnee jeebh meri jeebh par ghumaane lage. Unhone apnee jeebh mere daanton (teeth) par maaree. Kuch der ek doosre kee jeebh choosne ke baad papa ne apna face oopar kiya.
Main: papa, achcha laga.
Papa: maine toh yeh sab pehlee baar suna…..mera matlab pehlee baar kiyaa hai.
Main: toh main kaunsaa roz karti hoon…maine bhi pehlee baar kiya, papa ek baat kahoon….aapkee jeebh hai badee swaad.
Papa: achcha…..
Main: meri jeebh ka swaad aapko kaisa laga?
Papa: hmmm….
Main: yaad nahin toh phir chakh (taste) kar dekh lo.
Maine papa ka face pakar kar apnee taraf liya aur apnee jeebh bahar nikal dee. Papa meri jeebh ko chaatne lage. Is dauraan maine tel kee katoree se thoda tel liya aut papa kee peeth pat lagaane lagi. Kuch der tak chaatne ke baad papa alag hue..
Main: papa, ab toh bataao kaisa hai meri jeebh ka swaad.
Papa: achchaa hai………par tu yeh sab kisi se bataana mat.
Main: bilkul nahin… Papa main apnee maxi nikaal hi deti hoon.
Maine apnee maxi utaar dee. Ab main sirf bra-panty mein thee aur papa sirf lungi mein…
Main: papa..ab aap meri peeth (back) kee kaamish karo.
Yeh keh kar main pet (stomach) ke bal let gayee. Papa ke saamne meri nangi peeth aur meri hips thee. Papa meri peeth kee maalish karne lage.
Main: mere koolhon (hips) par lagaao tel….dabaa dabaa kar karo maalish…
Papa mere hips par tel lagaane lage…meri hips umar ke hisaab se badi hain
Main: papa, aap mummy ke koolhon (hips) par bhi maalish karte ho.
Papa: haan…lekin ab toh uski maalish kiye paanch cheh saal ho gaye.
Papa meri hips kee maalish bahut dabaa dabaa ke kar rahe theh. Mujhe yakeen tha kee ab tak papa ka lauda pooree tarah kadak ho chukaa tha…
Main: papa, chalo ab aap thoda aaraam karlo…kaafee der se maalish kar rahe ho…kuch der main aapki maalish kar deti hoon.
Ab papa let gaye aur main unke oopar aa gayee. Maine haath mein tel liyaa aur unki chaati par lagaane lagee. Papa kee nazrein mere badan pe thee. Unki jawaan beti bra panty mein unki maalish kar rahi thee. “Baap Beti Nanga Jism”
Main: papa aap anpnee lungi nikaal do toh main aapki taangon kee bhi maalish kar doon.
Main jaanti thee kee papa ka lauda khadaa hoga.
Papa: nahin beti…..mujhe toh maalish kee zaroorat hee nahin…tu oopar se hi kar le.
Main: kyun papa…aaj aapne kachchaa (underwear) nahin pehna.
Papa: pehna hai..lekin mujhe maalish kee zaroorat nahin..
Main papa ke oopar doggi style mein thee…unki chaati par tel lagaa rahi thee..
Main janbujh kar slip kar gai aur papa ke upper aa padi. Hum dono ke nange jism contact me aa gaye. Ab main papa ke upper leti hu thi. Mere brest papa ke chest se dabe hue the.
Main: oh….
Papa: kya hua?
Main: papa vo haath chikne hain na isliye fisal gaye aur main aapke oopar aa padi. Main thoda thak gayee hoon…thodi der aise hi raho.
Papa: meri chaati par tel lagaa hai…tera kapda (bra) kharaab ho jaayegaa.
Main: ab toh ho hee gayaa…jaane do…..lekin aapke haath khaalee hain..aap meri peeth ke maalish kar sakte ho. “Baap Beti Nanga Jism”
Ab papa lete hue theh, main papa ke oopar, apne breast papa kee chaati par dabaaey, aur papa ke haath meri peeth par tel mal rahe theh. Dono mein garmee badtee jaa rahee thee. Hum dono ke nange pet ek doosre se sate hue theh.
Main: oohhh…papa….meri maalish karo…achchi tarah….
Papa: Roshni kya hum theek kar rahe hain?….ek baap beti aise karte hain..
Main: (dheere awaaz mein) kaise…
Papa: jaise tu aur main kapdon ke bina ek doosre se chipke hue hain..
Main: kapde pehene toh hain…maine bra aur kachchi aur aapne lungi…..bachpan mein toh aapne mujhe bilkul nanga dekha hoga..
Main apne boobs papa kee chaati pe ragadne lagee…
Papa: bachpan kee baat aur thee…ab tu jawaan hai.
Main: papa…kya aapko mera jism achcha laga?
Papa: par main tera baap hoon..
Main: hum jo bhi karenge main kisi se na kahoongi…..hum thoda sa hi karenge…ab bataao aapko mera jism achchaa laga? “Baap Beti Nanga Jism”
Papa: haan….sach kahoon toh tere koolhe (hips) bahut akarshak hain…
Yeh keh kar papa mere hips ko press karne lage.
Main: oooo…papa…badan se badan kee maalish ka maza hi kuch aur hai…mere koolhon ko dabaao…..
Papa: ooohh…Roshni…tere koolhe toh teri maa se bhi zyaada achche hain….
Main: papa….aap mere oopar aa jaao.
Papa mere oopar aa gaye aur meri gardan (neck) to choomne lage.
Main: ooooo….papa…..i lov you so much….main aapse kitna pyaar karti hoon yeh aap nahin jaante…….choomo…apni beti ko choomo.
Papa: Roshni….tere badan ne mujhe paagal kar diya hai…
Main: aapki maalish ne mujhe bhi paagal kar diya hai…….
Papa ka ek haath mere boob par gayaa aur usse halkaa halkaa dabaane lage….veh meri gardan aur mera chehra choomte jaa rahe theh.
Main: paappaaa….ooo….aapke chumban mujhe paagal kar denge……yeh aapka ek haath meri chaati par kyoon hai….kya karoge uskaa.
Papa: jee chahtaa hai teri chaati ko masal doon..
Main: oyeemaa….jo karma hai kar lo…..meri chaatiyaan mere papa ke kaam nahin toh kiske kaam aayengee…..yeh bra baap beti ke beech mein aa raha hai…..nikaal do is-e….kar do mere santaron (oranges) ko aazaad..
Papa ne mera bra nikaal diya. Wo meri chaati ko dekhte hi paagal se ho gaye….dono haathon se dono boobs ko dabaane lage… “Baap Beti Nanga Jism”
Papa: Roshni….teri chaatiyaan santare nahin..naarial (coconut) hain….kitne bade aur bhare bhare.
Main: oohh….dabaate raho…kitna maza aa raha hai….maine apne naarialon main aapke liye bahut saara paani bhara hua hai…….piyo na apni beti ka naarial paani….
Yeh kehne kee der thee ke papa ne mere stun (boob) apne mooh (mouth) mein le liye aur choooosne lage..
Main: uummm….aaahh….oooo…chhoooooooooooooooooos..oo……mer e achche papa….dooth piyo mera…..
Papa aur zor se mere stun choooosne lage..beech beech mein mere nipples ko apne daaton (teeth) se kaat rahe theh. Jab bhi veh mere nips (nipples) ko kaat – teh , meri jaan nikal jaati..lekin maza aa raha tha..
Main: ooomaaa….saara dooth pee jaao mera….khaali kar do mere dooth ke katore….main aapki maa hoon, aur aap mere..bete ho…mere bete meri chaati se dudoo pee meri jaan…
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Maine apnaa ek haath papa ki lungi mein daalaa aur lungi khol dee. Papa ne andar kachcha pehna tha. Papa mera dooth peeeeeeeeennnne mein magan theh. Mere nips ko ruk ruk ke jeebh se chaat – teh….aur daaton se kaat – teh….
Maine papa ki lungi mein haath daalaa…aur unke hips ko masalne lagee. Such kahoon toh mujhe papa ke hips bahut aakarshak lagte theh. Main imagine kiya karti thee ke unke hips kitne bade aur kitne hard hongeh. Maine papa ki saari lungi nikaal dee. Ab papa sirf kachche mein aur unki beti sirf panty mein….mere dono haath papa ki hips par theh.. “Baap Beti Nanga Jism”
Main: ooo papa…aapkaa jism kitna kathor (strong) hai….
Papa: beti tere ang jitney mulayam hain mere ang utne hi kathor hain…tera doodh bada meetha hai…tu khud bhi cheenee hai…..
Baap beti ke nange jismon ka milan aur garam hota jaa raha tha. Papa ab mera doodh khatam kar ke mere pet ko choom rahe the. Wo meri naabhi (navel) mein apnee jeebh chalaa rahe theh. Meri choot toh poori geelee ho chukee thee. Ab papa meri kaali panty ko choom rahe theh….
Main: ooohh….ppp..aappaa……..mmm….yy..yeh..aapnnne…kya kar diyaaa…hai……..mujhse ab aur sahen nahin hotaa…………aur mut tadpaao..oo……bujjjhaaa….bhujhaa do meri pyaas……..bhujhaa do apnee pppppyaari beti ki pyaaas…..
Papa: ab mujhse bhi aur sahen nahin ho raha…….
Yeh keh ke papa ne pehle meri panty nikaal dee. Phir apna kachcha…..oh no… Papa ka lauda dekh kar main ghabra gayee….itna mota……….
Papa: chal meri beti…..
Main: ohhhh…papa….kitna mota danda hai aapka…..mujhe bahut dard hogee.
Papa: thodi dard toh hogee……lekin kuch der baad achcha lagegaa……..chal jaldi kar….dalvaa..
Maine aankhein band (close) karlee. Papa ne ek jhatke mein meri choot mein lauda daal diyaa. Main dard se karaha uthee… “Baap Beti Nanga Jism”
Main: oohhh…papa..main mar jaaoongi…..nikaal lo ise..
Papa: bus thodi der kee hi baat hai…….sabar ka phal bahut meethaa hoga….
Ab papa laude ko meri choot ke andar bahar karne lage. Aaage..peeche..aage..peeche….andar…bahar..a ndar..bahar. Mujhe maza aane lagaa..
Main: aaahhh…..mere papa…..
Papa: ohh..Roshni….meri jaan………mere laude ki bhookhee…..
Main: meri jaan….le le meri…..mere harami baap……..aaaa….ooo…..apnee beti kee le raha hai……itna mota danda hai tera….karta reh andar bahar…..aage..peeche..ffff…
Papa: aa..mmm……betii…..teri choot kitneeeeee..mazzedaar hai….jitna mulaayam tera badan hai..utni hi tight teri choot hai….
Main: aayee……..mmmmmmm…..tukkk..tukkkkkk…….letaa reh meri…aaahh…….meri jaaann…mere badan kee maalish toh bahut karlee…ab mere andar kee maalish bhi kar….oo..papa…kab se aapke laude ke liye mar rahi hoon……
Papa ne dhakke aur tez kar diye…
Main: aaaa…yehhhhhhhhh……..aur …..aur tez…….aur tez daalo papa…..aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa……….mera nikalne wala hai.
Papa: ushhhhhhh…….eeeshhhh………aaaaa……..
Main:aa…………hhhhhhhhhhhh………mmmmmmmmmaaaaaaa……………aaaaaaa ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Main poori mastee main mera nikal gayaa. Mujhe itna mazaa aaj tak nahin aayaa tha. Choot-rus nikalte samah mai toh janat mein pahuch gayee thee. Jab mera orgasm khatm hua toh papa ne meri choot se apna lauda nikal liya. “Baap Beti Nanga Jism”
Aur meri choot ke oopar jhad diya. Unkaa garam garam semen ka meri choot aur pet par girnaa bahut achcha lagaa. Hum dono thak gaye theh. Isliye jhadte hi kuch der baad so gaye.
Subah meri aankh khulee toh papa jag chuke theh. Unke bathroom mein nahane ki awaaz aa rahi thee. Main poori nangi thee par papa mere oopar chaadar daal gaye theh. Maine jaldi se uth kar kapde pehne aur papa ke liye naashta banaane lagee.
Maine skirt aur tight top pehna tha. Ghee khatam ho raha toh main shelf pe chad gayee drawer mein se naya packet nikaalne ke liye. Main shelf pe chad ke ghee ka packet dhoond rahi thee tabhee papa rasoi (kitchen) mein aa gaye.
Papa: kya hua…kya dhoond rahi hai…
Main: papa vo ghee ka packet nahin mil raha tha.
Main shelf par khadi thee…papa zameen par. Hamari shelf itni oonchee nahin thee isliye papa ka face meri hips ki height tak tha. Meri skirt kafi choti thee jisse meri taange nangi the. Papa dheere se mere paas aaye aur meri taangon par haath pherne lage. “Baap Beti Nanga Jism”
Main toh ghee nikaalne mein busy thee. Papa ne apnaa haath meri skirt ke andar daal liya..aur meri hips ko press karne lage. Maine kuch nahin kaha. Kyun kehtee….. papa skirt ke oopar se hi meri hips pe kiss karne lage. Unhone meri skirt hips se oopar kar dee. Maine kachchi nahin pehnee thee……..meri hips pe kiss karne lage..
Main: oohh..papa….
Papa: Roshni….kal raat tere koolhon ka sevan (taste) nahin kiya……..
Papa mere hips/butts ko jeebh se chaat-ne lage. Papa shelf par meri taangon ke beech mein baith gaye aur meri choot par jeebh maarne lage. Mere jism mein se ek current sa dauda..
Main: uuushhshhhhhhh…..oohh..papa yeh kya kar rahe ho….
Papa: chup kar…..mujhe naashta karne de….
Main: meri choot ka naashtaaaa…..uuuummm…ooo……..chaato………….ek beti naashte mein apne baap ko apnee choot se zyaada aur kya de sakti hai……….aaaaaaaaaaa…pet bhar ke khaao apnee beti ki choot…… ooyeee…………..haayy….. “Baap Beti Nanga Jism”
Mere ppitaaaji………khalo apnee beti ki jawaan choot………..uuuuuffffffffffff………………..ispe aapkaa hi toh naam likha hai……meri choot mein apnee jeebh toh ghusssaao……. oooooooo…
Papa meri choot mein apne jeebh ghusaa ghusaa ke chaat-ne lage.
Papa: chal ab zameen par aa jaa.
Main shelf se utar ke zameen pe aa gayee. Papa zameen par baith gaye. Maine khade hokar taangen khol lee. Papa ne baith kar meri taangon ke beech apna mnooh (face) de kar kaha..
Papa: chal ab apne koolhe meri taraf kar..
Maine apnee hips papa ke face ki taraf kar dee.
Papa: meri jaan ab tere koolhon ko chaknaa hai……ghutnon ke bal ho jaa.
Main doggie style mein aa gayee jis-se ki meri hips asaani se khul jaayen. Papa ne meri dono hips ko pakad kar alag kara aur mere hips ke beech ke bhaag mein jeebh maarne lage. Meri hips ke beech mein baal hain…..veh un baalon ko bhi chaat-ne lage. Dheere dheere veh mere peeche ka ched (asshole) chaat-ne lage. “Baap Beti Nanga Jism”
Main: ooooohhhhh…..papa…..i ..love..you……….aaahh…kitna achcha lag raha hai……..iss ched ke baare mein toh maine khud bhi kabhi nahin socha……oooo……..apnee jeebh daalo ismein…..apnee beti ke har ko ched ko bhog lo…………
Main: janeman aap zara let jaao………….main aapke moonh ke oopar baith-tee hoon.
Papa let gaye aur main papa ke mnooh ke oopar potty karne kee position mein baith gayee. Maine tv par 69 position dekhi thee. Papa mera asshole chaat rahe theh. Usmein jeebh de rahe theh.
Maine papa ki lungi utaar dee. Unhone kachcha nahin pehnaa tha, shayad soch kar aaye theh ki apnee jawaan beti ko phirse chodna hai. Lungi utaar kar maine papa ka kathor mota lauda haath mein ke liya. Phir thoda jhuk kar maine lauda apne mnooh mein le liya aur choosne lagi. “Baap Beti Nanga Jism”
Papa: aaaaaahhhhhh…………Roshni………yeh tone kahan se seekhaa……………yeh toh teri maa neb hi aaj tak nahin kiya.
Main: papa seekha kahin nahin….socha jab aap naashta kar rahe ho toh main bhi naashta kar loo…………….jab main aapka danda choostee hoon toh aapko kaisa lagtaa hai?
Papa: bahut achchaa lagtaa hai………choostee reh..
Main phirse papa ka lauda choosne lagi aur papa mera peeche ka ched…………………kuch der baad.
Papa: chal beti………..chaatnaa aur choosna bahut ho gayaa……ab ghusaane wala kaam kiya jaaye……….chal apne dono haathon aur ghutno par ho jaa……….ghodi (horse) ban…………… “Baap Beti Nanga Jism”
Main: kyun saale…….ghusaane ke liye ghodi banne ki kya zaroorat hai.
Papa: tere peeche ke ched mein ghusaana hai….
Main: saale kahan kahan ghusaaeygaa……….
Main ghodi ban gayee. Papa ne apna lauda mere tatty ke ched pe rakha aur dheere dheere andar karne lage. Mujhe dard ho raha tha par main ab kuch bhi rokna nahin chahtee thee. Isliye socha dard seh liya jaaye. Papa ne poora lauda meri gand me daal diya. Main dard se karraha uthee..
Main: ohhh……harami baap…..kya kar diya yeh………meri jaan nikal dee…ooooo….uuyeee..
Papa: meri jaan thoda seh le…phir bahut maza aayega kal raat jaise…….
Phir papa andar bahar andar bahar karne lage. Mera dard bhi kum ho gayaa. “Baap Beti Nanga Jism”
Main: ooooooooooooohh……..papa……maro meri……..lelo apnee beti kee………..chod do mujhe………aage se bhi…peeche se bhi….oopar se aur neeche se bhi………. Aaaayee.. raat choot lee thee…ab gand lelo…
Papa: saali….apne baap se maalish karvaati hai….tel lagvaati hai………apne papa ko apna doodh pilaatee hai……aur ab apnee gand marvaati hai………besharam tera badan bahut makhmali hai…….tera baap tere jawaan badan ka mazaa lekar rahega..
Main: toh main bhi toh yehi chahtee hoon…….aaaaaaaa………mere papa mere har ek ched mein apna mota danda ghusaayen…..mere chedon ko apne dande se roz saaf karen.. ek doosre ke badan ko roz bhogen..
Papa: uff tere yeh bade bade gore kooleh…….teri meethi gand………
Main: eeeeeeeee……..peeche ka ched na hota toh kitna mazaa adhoora reh jata…..kitni meethee dard hai apne baap se gand marvaane mein….
Kuch der meri gand maarne ke baad papa ne gand se nikal kar lauda meri fuddi mein daal diya aur phir shuru ho gaye… “Baap Beti Nanga Jism”
Main: aaaaahh.shhhh…..papa..mera ek bhi ched na chor-na……
Papa: Roshni…….meri jaaneman………meri chutiya beti………tera har ched makkhan hai…..tera badan bhi makkhan hai.
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Main: mere betichod papa……..meri jaan…………..chod do apnee jawaan beti ko………lelo iski……..maarlo iski….beraham ban jaao….besharam ban jaao………
Papa: meri mast beti…..roz mujhe apna doodh pilaayegee na…………meri malayee khaayegee na.
Main: papa aur tez…main nikalne waali hoon…….aur tez…….yes……..aaaaaaaayyyyyee.
Main nikal gayee………
Kuch baad papa ne meri fuddi se lauda nikala. Aur lauda mere mnooh ke paas le aaye. Maine unka lauda mnooh mein daal kar unki saari malayee khaalee. Ab main aur papa jab mummy nahin hoti toh ghar mein pyaar karte hain. Aur jab mummy hotee hain toh khet mein. “Baap Beti Nanga Jism”