"yes, go ahead, touch me all you want, anywhere I swear, my ****, my *** it's OK, just don't **** me. " When the boy asked her again,"all of us right?...all of us can suck your ****?" My wife was near hysterics now as she answered that "yes, all of you". At that, my wife stood motionless as she felt her bra being unclasped in back of her. When she realized that the boys were totally unfamiliar with the claps of bras, she said" please, don't rip it, I'll take it off for you" Slowly my wife reached. The bathroom or kitchen is too small for my sister to change her sarees.In the first few days, I moved to another room or move out when she changes her saree. But mostly, she cooks food only in a paavadai/petticoat wrapped around her boobs in the morning. She has to take a bath or just came out of the bathroom. This made us a little comfortable after some days.So she never minds if I am with her while she changes her saree. I have seen her in the blouse and petticoat. She then wears her nighty. He took me 4-5 kilometers away, through a maze of houses which I would not have remembered. I was totally dependent on him for coming back. Now that thought started to excite me rather than scare me. I imagined him holding my hands above my head on the bed and demanding everything from me, knowing I had no other way out. I would pretend to weakly struggle, and then give in to him, asking him to be gentle…I snapped out of my fantasy when he slowed down in front of a gate.We had freshened up and. 'What's wrong with it?' John thought, staring himself down in the mirror. 'It was just cum, for Christ's sake. You touch yours all the time. Ok, you don't eat it, but you cum in your hand sometimes, and it's not a bad feeling.'Another voice butted in the conversation of his mind: 'Yeah, but it's hers. Not yours. It's like another guy's cum.''No, it's not, it's Alexis' cum,' the first part of his brain retorted. 'It's hers, and you love her. You just made her cum, you made a girl cum, so.