"Yes, I'd say so," I said.She folded and then tossed the used towel to the floor."How do you feel?" she asked."My legs are like rubber," I said."Mine ...et like that, too. It'll pass in an hour or so. How about yourhole?" she asked."Other than the fact that it seems lonely and doesn't want to close, it'sfine," I said."No soreness?" she asked."No, none at all," I said."That's great. Did you enjoy this more, less, or about the same as thefirst time?" she asked."More. Knowing what to expect, I. I do not want to have affair with him. I just want to have sex and get pregnant with his semen,”I kissed and hugged her and told her we will do just that. Then the next 2 days we started to shortlist the people that could do the job. The second night Sharmishtha had a mischievous smile on her face while going to bed. I knew something was up. But she would not confide in me then. Next morning it was Sunday so I planned on sleeping late. However at around 6 in the morning I noticed that. I appreciated her willingness to accommodate me in any way I want. This is the spirit of her which has made me wanting her more and more. I was enjoying her closeness. I got up and sat over her thighs just below her butts and moving my hands over her back and butts. I now slid on her side and said, “Reshma, let me feel you over my back. I shall now lie on my belly and you mount me.” She got up. I laid on my belly. She mounted me and started pressing her boobs from my sole to my calf and was. " "Eight." "You have eight kids!" I exclaimed. "I got one. The others got taken care of." "Abortions?" "Yeah. The other bitch was this little freshman cunt who thought abortion was a sin or some shit like that." "Did you get Mrs. Martin pregnant on purpose? I heard that you did." "Long, weird story. First off her little pussy professor husband walked in on us one afternoon when I was fucking her, like just as I was ready to unload in her, and says something stupid like 'what's.