Fir me jb khane betha to saram ke mare sir nahi uth raha tha orr me khana khakar turant gar aa gaya. Uske 3 din bad mami mausi ke gar gai thi to vo mu...e bulane aaye ki beta meri gas ki bottle khatam ho gayi hai rasoi banani hai change kar dona to mene bola aaj to kuch milna chahiye aunty k taraf se or me unke gar chalagaya. Unhone pink sadi pehni thi or vo jb bootle nikane niche juke to unhone jaan buj kar apna pallu niche gira diya . Unke boobs dekh kar mera land khada ho gaya tha vo aunty ko. Sure would make the world a better place to live if we all made love instead of war,’ she quipped, hoping he would catch the double meaning in her statement and the desperation in her fired loins that ached for fulfillment. And part of that ache was the work she did for her husband! Ann had always considered herself a normal, desirous female with basic tendencies, but her husband’s case histories of married and divorced men turned gay, of woman turning to each other for physical love . I didn’t recognise you dressed this way. The black jacket undone and your lush breasts are straining the material of your blouse, which is half undone to reveal your cleavage. As I look there is a stirring in my trousers. Have never taken this picture let alone seen you dressed this way. I take my drink and go to the front room. I sit down and notice an envelope on the top of the unit. I open the envelope and remove another picture this time your jacket has been removed; your blouse fully. It was even in her silky blonde hair. “Gah, yuck!” she said, letting the come in her mouth drool out onto the pillow.” “Don’t do that! You’re making a mess!” I said, heatedly. “Now Jen’s going to know!” “I’m sorry! I didn’t know!” she said, tears springing to her eyes. “I’ll… I’ll clean it up.” “Never mind.” I said. “There was no way to keep this a secret from her anyway.” I took another look at her, covered with my spunk, and woody gave another twitch, letting me know he wasn’t done with.