And I couldn’t wait any longer. “Beta, I need it urgently” I told my son “Just give the computer to me for 15 minutes and I will give it back ...o you after that” “Dad, please I can’t give it to you now” he replied “Nikhil, I am not joking” I said more sternly “ I always leave the computer to you, but I need it now” “Oh Dad, you are sometimes so painful” he said, and put the screen off “ Take the computer, I am going out to meet Ajay” “Learn to talk properly to your father” I scolded him But my. One of the channels had a butt load of IR movies. I started a movie that dealt with cuckolding. A white man was watching his beautiful blond wife pleasuring a couple of BBC's. I said he was a lucky bastard and my wife said so that's what you want to see me do. I said hell yes and she responded that she didn't think I would like it if it really happened. I replied try me and she said maybe I will... One of these days and then laughed. I left her there to go get a bottle of scotch for the room.. "What?s that down there?" Samantha asked Jonathan as she and Christinereached the top of the a hill and looked down at an old place with a waterwheel. "That?s where the wheat and other things we grow get ground up andprocessed." Jonathan said as the girls followed him down to the buildingonly to stop while Jonathan searched his pockets. "Damn, I don?t got mykey on me." Not to worry, it?s unlocked." Samantha said, giving it a shove. Theywalked inside and started to search the hay loft when they. I froze and stood still, listening intently. After a few more seconds, I heard what I thought was another moan. My body started to react and become aroused as I walked through the family room and headed for the bedroom. I slowly opened the bedroom door to find my wife under the covers of the bed, sleeping. Was my mind playing tricks on me? Perhaps my lack of action was causing me to hear imaginary noises. A week went by and that moment in the kitchen was playing constantly in my mind, like a.