We agreed that I would meet with them and make a decision. Your safety is always my first concern. I am not angry with you, I am angry and hurt at wha... you have done,” I continue. I remain silent for a few moments and then say to her, “You may speak now.” Her voice cracks and changes pitch with each word. Her reply is filled with long pauses and sobs, “I’m so sorry. You were away for two weeks. We all got so drunk at Chrissy’s birthday party... I’m so sorry. It took longer for him to put on. Mil got to see the blinking light alert and opened the door and she knew that it was her daughter in and grandson. Mil was used to all this naughty stuff between mom and son as she was helpless.Chinmai carried her mom in his lap and kept her kissing. And shut the door. Chinami pressed Vasundhara against the wall and started moving his hip into mom’s pussy.While doing so Vasundhara raised her arms to remove the karti. Before she could get the karti completely out she found her one boob. I continued to look out the window as the ground rapidly receded into a warm, humid haze; and, as I did, I kept picturing the sight of Omar (the Zambian male Marta and I had arranged to get her pregnant while we were in Kenya) as his impressively large, and extremely black cock, had fucked my wife with such astonishing vigor and persistence over most of the 14 days we had been in Kenya! In fact, as I sat looking out the window, and thinking about Omar fucking Marta, I had a hard on; which my. She came in, sat beside me, and put her arm around me. She asked, "Do you feel better now?" I do feel like a lot of pressure is off me. I also wonder if maybe she could have waited six years. I didn't want her to wait for ten, but maybe six would have been OK." Britt, you have to let April go. Six would have been too long as well. Six years with the unknown of what could happen, is a long, long time."She kissed me and then went back to John. I picked up the phone and called Darcy. She was home.