Ye baat to waise sach thee lekin kya kare usne mera lund khada kiya tha to use bhee kuchh milana chaahie bhabhi ne unse pucha kee aap kuchh logi to us...e mana kar diya to bhabhi boli haan aaj jo milega dubaara phir kabhi lene aaogee to chaay pee lena aaj jyaada time barbaad mat karo wo sarma gaee bhabhi ko bola bhabhi pehli baar aayi hai thoda rahane do.Abhi wo uske saamne boli kee bhaiya nahi hai aur aap waise bhee inko sant karne ke baad bhee rahoge maine haath jorke bhabhi ko jaane ko bola wo. Her heart began thumping hard and fast. She realized that her eyes were getting moist suddenly. She sipped some more water and started looking down the table. Her mind began rolling back towards her college days. She had never expected Sreedhar to emerge from the distant horizons yet again and rekindle those painful memories. Sreedhar used to be a day scholar those days. Hailing from a middle class family, he never made any attempts to conceal his misery. He was handsome and surely among the. . Slowly and quietly, I opened the door a bit more and peered in.I pulled my head back from the opening. Nope. Nope, that ain’t right, I thought.I continued into my bedroom and looked to where its wall constrained that side of the closet. I then retreated back into the living room and looked at how its wall would be the boundary for the side of the closet opposite of that. Finally, I poked my head out the window to confirm that the outside wall of the building was unbroken. There was for sure. Until then my wife had given her sponge baths in her bed. But now she wanted a full shower. She had to keep her casts dry, so this would take some help. I assisted her in wrapping the casts in plastic, and helped her hobble to the shower. As I turned to walk out, she asked if I could stay because she may need more help. I didn't argue, and sat down on the toilet (the seat down, I wasn't going) to wait for her. She used her good arm to pull her shirt up over her body and her large tits spang.