Vishwanathan was sitting in the meeting and, as usual, there was a deep argument going on. But his mind wasn't in place, it was reminiscing how he had fucked his nephew's newly married wife yesterday. He could remember how her boobies jiggled at each stroke, and how tight her pussy was, unlike his wife.

What an irony that it was he, who suggested this girl to Anand's family, as she was both beautiful and also very conservative. Who knew he would end up inside her before Anand? But, of course, that low-caste milkman had already broken her seal.