"Your story was lovely, captivating and well-written. It also had plot holes I could drive my car through. Foremost, young men traveling to see their ...amily do not carry massage oil and lube on a whim. Second, gorgeous musicians do not need to look very hard to find a girlfriend. Third, and most worrying, men who truly care about you do not go bareback, without protection; ever. That was SO FUCKING DUMB."Every cell in my body demanded I defend him, but I knew she was serious; she would leave. I decided to be pleasant if Kate had gone home to change and came back, but I thought it likely she would not be back.I got the binoculars and looked through her windows. She was in the bath undressed, drying off. I watched as she went to her bed and sat on the edge. She balled up her fist and began pounding the bed with them and she was crying.I won a bet with myself when after a while she calmed down and called to say she was wiped out by the hot tub. She thought she would spend the afternoon. She raised herself, and pushed my cock down. I felt her lips parting around the head of my cock, even though the angle of her body made the motion slightly painful. Then I felt the soft warmth of her insides surrounding me, her channel parting to allow my entrance."There we go." Helen sighed, rubbing gently at the bottom of my shaft as we moved together. My hands came around her stomach, as I felt myself sinking into her, a soft motion at a time."I'm a little sore." She cautioned me.I hummed a. Aur khaas kar jab biwi agar tumhare jitni khoobsurat hoto koi bhi mard na jaye.Main: Ha-ha-ha, tum waise kyu bole?Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, bass aise hi kah diya.Main: Kahi tum aisa to nahi sochte ki khoobsurat biwi ko akele chor jaaye to koi aur…Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, sahi pakdi tumne. Wahi kahna chahta hun par tumhare prati main waisa kuch nahi soch raha.Main: Kyu, main khoobsurat nahi hun?Tushaar: Are nahi… woh matlab nahi… matlab ki tum kafi gunni shishtacharo wali patni lagti ho. Lagta nahi ki aapke.