She smiled. “I love you Mannu, my husband, my master!” Next day when he returned from work, his daughter was dressed in a red sari, and a matching...blouse which clung to her ample boobs. She had dinner ready, and she’d set two places in the dining room. She even had candles and a bottle of wine. “I thought we should celebrate our marriage, Mannu,” she said as she came into his embrace and kissed him on the lips. “Celebrate what?” he asked as failed to understand the cause of celebration. “We are. The Kiss lasted few minutes, after which I slowly moved down, kissing her neck, collarbone. she was moaning slowly chanting my name, this made me more kinkier and I caressed my palms over her boobs and her navel and slowly removed her T-shirt. I went mad by seeing her perfect boobs and pounced on them like a small baby and started licked and fondling her boobs, she was caressing my hair and forcing my head into her boobs. This went on for few minutes , then I pushed her onto the wall and turned. As a war jarl, Wilhan was expected to be on the ground at the front of every charge, but with so much going on when the battle started he found himself on his horse blowing horn and whistle commands as the lines clashed. From that point on he was swinging his sword at targets of opportunity from horseback trying to keep the line closed.After the first clash the line held at a stalemate until commanders on both sides called their men back to regroup."We're just surviving out there," an exhausted. Well not unless you start it next time,” she said.“Go to mother’s and take a cold shower,” I said.I was still embarrassed when I pulled up to the boat launch ramp. It stayed with me till I removed the first catfish from the limb hook. I had to concentrate on the task at hand. Otherwise I would likely get gored, or worse get a hook embedded in my hand. For the next half hour or more I concentrated on the fishing, When I got home with the sixteen fish, I skinned and gutted those along with a lot.