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Pongal festival fun (Final part)

Me at first night with hubby:

Enanga enaku oru maari irukunga epdi intha feel ah express pandrathune theriyala.

Hub: apdiya seri ne ena than pombala mari irunthalum unakula oru aanmai irukunu kelvi Patten adha inaiku mothama adakidren

Me:enanga seiya poringa

Hub: un purushan soll veeran ella di pondati seyal veeran 

Me : apdina ?

Hub: adi makku kitta va

Me : hmmmhmm maaten

Hub: please vaaa .. me :kitta poanen enna katti pudicharu apram Ellam nadakka start achu




Apdiye avar aanmaya en pinnadi soruga na konja konjama enoda penmaya enakulla anubavikka avar vegam edukka enaku sorgathula iruka mari oru feel solla varthaye ella andha nodi enoda aanmai Ellam ena vittu paranthu poi enakulla mulu penmai poothu kunluga start agiduchu apram daily kattilil ragalai than .
Summa solla kudathu romba setta pudicha paiyan than avaaru..☺️☺️☺️

Me next year at Pongal☺️🥰 .

Mom:hey in thangachiyum avar purushanum vanthutanga di..

Sis : vaadi vaanga mapla nu Ellam varaverthanga

En purushan tv paarka na ponga vaika samayal kattuku ponen apo en amma dei ena da un purushan unna nalla pathukuraara

Me: enaku ena ma korachal manusan enaku chinna kaayam na kooda thudichu poidararu apdi vilunthu vilunthu paakuraru ma

Sis : summa paakurara ella ok...... 😂😂

Me : chi podi epdilam kekura enaku vekkama iruku ...amma Inga paarunga ma epdilam kekura

Mom : hey un thangachita apdilam pesatha di pavom ava nadaya paru avale nethu night vaanginathu thanga mudiyaama thangi thangi nadakura avala poi 🤣🤣

Me : haiyooo maaa vekkama iruku ma apdilam pesathu nu solitu odi poi sofa la ukkanthen

Mom : pathu da sofa nu nenachu un purushan madila ukanthura pora apram pagal ah haal ahye un purushan start panida poraru 

Me : haiyooo chi pomaaa......☺️☺️☺️☺️


pona pongaluku vesti satta pottu ponnungala madakkanum nu nenacha naan indha pongaluku podava katti poo vachu purushanoda Amma veetuku vandhuruken





Thank you.....🙏



Comments

Iron man said…
🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
5 January 2024 at 00:39
Pottachi Purushan said…
உங்கள் கதைகளில் நீங்கள் பெண்ணாக மாறி இன்னொரு ஆணுக்கு மனைவியாக வாழ விரும்புவதாக உள்ளது. என்னை பொறுத்த வரை எனது ஆசை எல்லாம் ஒரு ஆண் இன்னொரு ஆணுக்கு வாழ்க்கை படுவதை விட, பொண்டாட்டிக்கு அடங்கி கட்டிலில் தவிர மத்த நேரங்களில் அவளுக்கு அடங்கி ஒரு பொட்டச்சியாக வாழ ஆசைப்படுபவன் நான். மணைவி முன்பும், அவளது தோழிகள், சின்ன தங்கை முன்பு எல்லாம் அவளால் அவமான படுத்த பட்டு பொட்டச்சியாக சேவை புரிவது எனக்கு ரொம்ப பிடிக்கும். இது மாதிரி ஒரு கதை முடிந்தால் எழுதவும்.
5 January 2024 at 23:12
Nithya said…
நீ மானம் கெட்ட பொட்ட டா. நீ எல்லாம் dress போடவே அவசியம் இல்ல. இதுல சின்ன பொண்ணு முன்னாடி அசிங்க படனுமாம். பாத்து இரு police pedophile நு உண்ண தேடபொகுது தூ தேவுடியா பயலே
6 January 2024 at 17:53
Vasantha said…
Pls write pure English I can't read or understand pls it's rumble request
11 January 2024 at 06:12
Iron man said…
Hello
Update please
14 January 2024 at 08:44
Anonymous said…
Please post next
29 January 2024 at 02:49
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