That excuse had worked on my wife pretty well.“Steve, I’ve got something to tell you.” Teresa told me.And I knew. Before she said the next words... I knew. My spine turned to ice, and my heart started pounding my chest so hard I thought it might pop out.“I’m late,” she told me.I was quiet for a second. Then I asked the most lame guy question. “Are you sure?”She sighed condescendingly. “Oh, I’m sure. One kit, and then Sally drove me to Planned Parenthood, and they confirmed it.”“Well, then it. Kaise bhi use shant karne ki soch raha tha. Par baar baar aunti ke maxi mein jhoolte boobs aur unki gand ke akaar ka nazara mann mein aa rahi thi.Apne lund ko pakad mein dabane laga ki bas shant ho ja kambakt ki tabhi aunty mujhe kitchen se awaaz dene lagi.Kavita aunty: Rahul!Main: Haan aunty!Kavita aunty: Zara yaha aaoge kya?Is khade tanne lund ka ubar mere short mein tent banaye hue tha. Jise lekar main unke samne nahi ja sakta tha to main bola: Kyu kya hua?Kavita aunty: Are aao to sahi, ek. Now I took out the rope, tied one end to each of her ankles, the other two ends to the bedposts, restraining her in a spread-eagled position, her legs flexed all the way and spread wide apart. Am good in setting out, so I was pretty good with knots and things like that.Now I pulled back to look at her. There she was, on her back, thoroughly restrained. Her hands tied behind her, her ankles bound to the bedposts, spreading her legs wide apart, the green colour of the cucumber visible down. She looked like Angelina Jolie--tall, nice tan and a killer body.At first I thought I was going to hook up with her because in the pool she'd hung all over me and wrapped her legs around me as I played with her tits--36D's and natural I was sure. No doubt about it, I enjoyed her, but it didn't go any further.Heidi was a blonde. She resembled Suzanne Summers in the face, but was shorter in height and not very busty. I had fun with her taking body shots off my chest. In the process, we kissed.