She took delight in the way his balls bounced, his cock, bound in it’s cage dribbling a line of clear cum onto his perfect fur, matting it slightly,...not that either of them cared right now.It wasn’t long before the bed beneath them was creaking as it had just a few nights prior when Aludaina had come to Naira in the night, except now she was the one giving and she had her perfect husband to give it to. She felt her skin flush with heat as pleasure rolled through every nerve seemingly across her. Sachmei…Its…Like heaven……Par mei bhi kaha rukne wala tha…Kya najara tha…..Or ab mei jhadne wala tha…Or mene unse kaha mera pani nikalne wala tha kehti….Mere upar hi chodoooo bolte….Ahhhhhhhhh….Ufffffffff…Yessssssssss……Nikallaaaaaaa…..Aunty……Or aunty khadi hoke…Mujsee.Lipat….Gai…Or kiss hi kiss karne lagi or mei dhila hua or apne se dur kiya…………..Par dosto abhi to suruat hui…Thi…Vo nahne lagii ….,mere sath or nahte2 vo bhi garm hone lagi or mera;ka betha land fir khada hone lagatha …Mene Unse. We all felt the results the next morning in the form of sore muscles.But we didn’t complain that much as we had expected it. Sore muscles meant we hadn’t been exercising them before. We did our running and workout, then Joey and I did our programming work through lunch before we hit the batting cages again. Then we went home.The twins came home with me wishing to watch our tryouts. I was a little nervous all day Monday, and when the last bell rang, I really started to feel the pressure. I. Who am I? It's not the question I ask anymore. I ask, who was I? That’s what I sought to answer as I wrote my personal conundrum saga.Don't judge me harshly. I lived one day at a time. I tried the best I could with who I thought was me, during a different era, even though not so long ago. I’ve learned and accepted it wasn’t my husband's suggested swinging which released my secret puppet shadow. It was my pride’s creation, fornication its expression.Was I born with a libidinous gene inherited.