Or us ne haste hue kha lallu abhi pakda kaha hai abhi tak to haat bhi nhi lagaya. or mere paas aa k mere kaan pe dire se boli prem tum to bahot tharki...ho mere jara se chipakne se tumhara ye haal hai to baki se kya haal hoga.maine us ki kamar me haath daal k use apne paas khinchte hue bola k “try kar k dek lo kya haal hoga” or us k honto ko chumne laga wo bhi mera saath de rhi thi or jor jor se honto ko chus rhi thi mere lund to pehle se hi khada tha wo us ki tango k bich me us k chut k upar. She didn’t exactly have the time to pack nicely. The sword and shield still on the wall, though rusty and a bit fractured. She turned and faced the bed. The same moth eaten drapes and sheers that fell form the top of the window also lined the bed. There were so many memories swimming though her mind, she had to close her eyes and take a deep breath just to maintain her sanity. Then there, on the floor by the bedpost, she saw something that hadn’t been there when she left. Bending over she. I checked that my wife was still in sound sleep. After long time I had sex and was completely satisfied. I got sleep of satisfaction soon. When I woke up already Sudha had woken up, had given tea to my wife. I brushed and came to hall to read newspaper. Sudha gave me tea and smiled. I could see her eyes were bright and face had satisfaction.Afternoon when I came for lunch my wife had slept after taking her lunch. We managed to hug kiss and fondle but time was not right for union. After first. She wore a two piece modest green suit with silver trim which did a great job of highlighting her smooth long legs and plump breasts. I was feeling confident and I made a point of letting her know. "Well that looks nice", I said. No I am not the greatest for making complements I admit but, I have found you do not need to make great ones to start a conversation. "Why thank you. What is that you are wearing?", she giggled. "Oh this old thing? Why it is only for special occasions and only special.