I would be the good wife and he the good husband.We married "In the church", meaning a Catholic wedding and a happy mother. This required my’ non-Ca...holic fiancé, to take Catholic dogma lessons and sign papers raise our offspring in the faith. The civil paperwork was simple, just birth certificates and signatures.The parish priest initially was more difficult. He thought of me as a poor, young, Catholic girl taken advantage of by an older protestant. After the priest knew more about us and our. It was HER idea and I only chose you for the threesome”“Thanks yaar Adi, if this works out, I will forever be grateful to you” he said holding my hands.”But take care Rahul. I will go back to Mumbai soon, and I don’t want you two to get addicted to each other and you screwing her in my absence. I will be handling this OK?” I said, though by now I had learnt that what Mom wanted she did.“Of course yaar Adi. I wouldn’t dream of taking a short cut” he said “And do you want to brief me about today?. I felt a wet spot of pre-cum in my pants. As we sat, Ann "accidentally" let her hand brush across my erect penis through my pants, giving me another thrill. We had another drink and danced again and again. I showed her my magic tricks, cards and coins and silks. She laughed delightfully and marveled at what I could do with my hands. Each dance became a little hotter, a little closer. I realized that we were going to get into trouble, either from drinking too much or getting it on right in the. Alone all day, he was excited to see her. She gave him some treats and petted him. This was the point where we would usually go up to her room for “girly-play” and Prince would go back to whatever he was doing. Today, Lisa led us all down to the family room in the basement. We sat on the couch for a few minutes, petting Prince and getting him ready. He was a strong young adult and was easily excited. We rubbed his sheath until an inch or two of pink began to show. We had played like this.