Indian and Pakistani authorities have long demanded the diamond's return.
In 1976, prime minister Jim Callaghan refused a request to hand it back, writing: 'I need not remind you of the various hands through which the stone has passed over the past two centuries, nor that explicit provision for its transfer to the British Crown was made in the peace treaty with the Maharajah of Lahore which concluded the war of 1849.
This was my first time in my life to stay with my parents. She often wears designer bras which are usually pink in color. As it was summers in north India, the heat grew worse and my father came home with an A. My mother came to the room and bolted it from inside. I went up to her and took her in my arms and planted a kiss on her lips. My mother walked in front and I followed her as we circled the holy fire which burnt all other bonds we had. After rounds of fire, people threw flowers on the newly married couple and exchanged greetings. Her two beautiful breasts fell out as I looked at my own mother looking so sexy and beautiful. While rubbing my hand on one of her chuchies I ate the other one, nibbles at the teats and even tried to take her full booby in my mouth.
This time it is a true story of real love and lust between a mother and son which happened in India. So read carefully because there might be another mommy lurking in the corner for you. I was just out of class tenth and so far I had studied in a boarding school. Her chochies r not that big but they are shapely and inviting. My stepbrother vijay and sister mannu were sleeping in the other room. The room was so tidy and clean, and it looked like the newly weds room oozing with sexiness and waiting for a fuck. The pundit got up and told us to take seven rounds of holy fire. We started necking while my hands had pulled out her blouse and were opening the hook of her designer bra.
”I got a chill up to my spine as I heard those words. I need you so much”Then she switched the light off and said that she will make all the arrangements tomorrow. I pressed them nicely and a soft moan escaped my mother’s lips. She came close to me and said.“This is the same sari which I wore when I married your father.
Her nipple was unusually long and must have been more than an inch and seems like two clitorises on fire. I took a good look at them and then took one of her erect nipple in my mouth and gave it a sweet bite with my teeth. My mouth drew down and I kissed and licked my mother’s flat hairless bellybutton.
As I sniffed my mother’s hidden heavenly floral glory, I saw her looking at me with pure lust and she bit her lip.
She then bites her lip and said,“Complete the age old ritual of mating my son. I rubbed the top of it with my thumb and then I inserted my longest finger into my motherly pussy. I quickly got forward and put some indoor there.“My child, you can take mommy anyway you like now.
Time has come for you to enter a new relationship with your mother. As I inched closer to her, I could smell her sweaty body mixed with perfume and sweat. You are not only my pati now but you are also my choot ka pati (my pussy husband)”I couldn’t control anymore and kissed her pussy for the first time. It appeared my lovely mother didn’t quite get a fuck.
It had a pink bulb on and it made the room look so sexy. She took me there and I sat next to her as the pandit started reciting mantras. I took it and smeared it in her head taking her as a wife. Mom looked so pretty dressed in all jewelry and her wedding sari. I cleaned it with my tongue and began kissing her while my hands on motherly instincts had gone to her beautiful mounds feeling them over her blouse.
We reached the temple and the priest took us to a corner where there was a pandaal in the center and a few people had gathered. The priest then asked me to put some indoor (vermillion) in the center of my mother’s hair. She came to me and said,“From now on I am your wife so call me sushma .ok”Yes my darling sushma. She had the prettiest milk moustache I had ever seen.