But I always fantasized sex with my wife’s BHABHI whose name is S. One day my fantasy has been come true when I went to my wife’s home.At one nigh... we both (me, my wife, wife’s BHABHI & wife’s Brother named S) are sited, meri iccha chai pene ki hui. Maine apni wife se chai banana k liye kaha to mery wife chai banana gai, mai uske piche-piche kitchen me gaya aur sath me lai hui vigura pis kar sabki chai me mila di.Chai pine ke thodi der bad hi uska asar dikhne laga. All of them was in full. My other hand fumbles at the button and zip at the side of her pleated skirt, and my efforts are rewarded a second later when it tumbles from her hips to crumple around her shoes.Now I use my grip on the gusset of her panties to drag her right up to my face – I almost overbalance her in my eagerness, and with a yelp she grasps my shoulders for balance. In the next second, I yank her panties down to her knees, and my mouth starts to devour her pussy – I am now a girl with a mission, indeed a. ”“But isn’t your heritage and culture important?”I nodded, “Yes, of course, but honestly, I live in America, I was born here, and I’m an American. I don’t mean that in a ‘wave the flag’ or ‘my country right or wrong’ way, just that if I was born in Russia, I’d speak Russian; if I was born in France, I’d speak French; and so on. That said, I don’t object to anyone speaking whatever language they want, but the common language here is English, so that’s what I use. Just as we are now.”“Church is. .." David floundered, taken back by her outburst. "Jason said to come and fetch you." Exactly!" She leaned her face toward him. "You, lackey. Lackey show's me respect. You knock my door, you show me courtesy — that's good manners and politeness. You open the car door and close it after me. You don't peep the car horn and wait for me. Got it?"David felt his face flush as he murmured, "Yes." Good. Now open the door like a good little lackey and let me in."He followed her round to the front.