By end of the day i never felt guilty or regrer it, i wanted more and she wanted more too. It was the day that changed me and i knew this relation wil... last for a bit long time.After that day i started to understand the meaning of a fine sweet secert affair and got to understand the mentality of sister in law. We had sex once or twice a week, at my house or her's, she was living with other family members so usually i go there on staurday's morning and have quick intense 10 to 15 minute sex, and. Your dick is so good and so big. Yes baby fuck me some more. Now I really started pushing my abdomen into her. I was deep fucking her now. 2 minutes later she came for me again. Her legs were getting tired so she unlocked her feet to lower her leg. So now I am fucking her nice juiced up pussy nice and slow. I am also massaging her clit. Sarita is now holding the sheets with both hands. Five minutes of this slow fuck, and me really talking some real dirty stuff in her ear, I have Sarita gasping. She was very confident that more than one person might even relieve some sexual tension while reading the story she had so carefully crafted.She smiled.With great expectation she finally logged on to the BDSM website and submitted her story, making sure to select all the boxes necessary so that ?her readers? could find the story she had written for them. She took a big breath and hit ?submit.?And that is when the torture really began.Her story was up on the website about 6 days later. She was. Ok?. Make her more happy. She will give you more happiness". I did not quite understand what the meaning was. Anyway, next day, I brought flowers for my mother when I came home in the evening. Mother was surprised but did not wear them immediately. But, when we went to the kitchen that night, mother had the flowers in her hair and she smelt heavenly. From then on I continued to bring flowers everyday which mother used to wear when we got together in the kitchen. Another three months went by and.