It looked incredibly sexy, my lover’s lips meeting Kirsten’s and both of them struggling for dominance, their hands instantly all over each other....When they pulled apart, they were both flushed. They whispered to each other, too low for me to make out, giggling and chuckling as they did. It’s strange, how you can feel immersed into a scene one moment and feel like a total outsider in the next. Maybe it’s just me who can switch between extremes this quickly, but that how it was right then.. I had always thought I was better than her. Properly married. A loving husband. And then...I gasped as Lisa grabbed my arm and yanked me to the couch. I stumbled after her, my boobs jiggling in my sports bra. She pushed me down onto the cushions. I gasped as I bounced on them for a moment.“No, wait!” I squealed as my sister grabbed my panties and drew them off my hips. They rolled off of me and then they were being thrown to the ground. Lisa sank onto the couch beside me and pushed my legs. As soon as she asked me to take a seat I knew there was a problem. She seated herself next to me, took my hand, and informed me in a quiet voice that the operation was of limited success and that my wife had at best a 20% chance of living to the five year mark. I was totally devastated. I asked her if my wife knew of the prognosis, and she assured me that my wife was still out of it in Post Op and no one on the staff would tell her later. She also told me that I could not see my wife and that. Kiss karte karte unhone meri shorts khol di or underwear nikldi meri choti si nunni dekhar wo bole”are tera to bhot chota hey.”to mene kaha apka kitna hey to unhone zip kholke apna lund muzhe dikhya.Muzhe schok laga wo kafi bada tha nearly 10 inches aur kafi hota bhi.Meri ankhe tani rahi.To wo bole ye tere liye hey.Me sharma ke waha se bhagne wali thi par unhone kaha.Ajj ise pyar kar.Aur mere gardan zhukake apne lund pe rakh di,pahali bar mere sath isa ho raha tha me bhot dar rahi thi par acha.