Over the next several minutes, my sister quit sobbing as she outlined all her problems with life:1. She had a boy's body, replete with short hair and ...o tits (yet).2. No guys were interested in her, not even the geeks.3. She kept hearing mom & dad fret over her lack of academic achievement and total loss of desire for sports.4. She needed me to get her off.5. She wanted to get her marks up and I was the only one she'd trust to tutor her.6. Her first period had come and gone and it left her. For those reading my story for the first time let me introduce to you all and request to read part 1 before the 2nd part.I am Ritika Raj, 36-year-old working women. About my appearance I am fair, 5.2 ft tall weigh 55 kgs and my stats are 34C 30 36, I have shoulder length cut hair, black eyes. I am separated and live with my son. I have had no prior sex life before my marriage and sex life with husband was more than average. After separation, I was left alone and had made up my mind not to marry. I alternated between my wife's clit and licking his shaft when he would withdraw. My wife's pussy leaked cum all over my face, and I could feel it drain and drip from both sides of my cheeks. My eyes and nose were matted with cum. I swallowed all I could without gagging or choking. After Drew stood back, I continued to lick my wife's pussy, pressing my tongue as deep as I could get. Mouthful by mouthful I finally was able to suck out all of the cum until she was no longer flowing. With my wife. After the four-day chill he pleaded with her several times a day, and on the sixth day of the cold shoulder, when Preston dropped on bended knee and begged for her to say something, she finally acknowledged his presence by slapping him.“Will you talk to me now?” he asked, a beet-red handprint glowing on his face.“I can’t stay mad at you forever,” she said, “but you deserve it.”“I want this baby very much. I didn’t mean the things I said.”“You were scared, I know.”“You have to believe me. I was.