“Now why would you want me to do something like that?” she asked. “I figure that you would eventually remarry and I don’t want some other wank...r using my stuff”. She looked at me and said: “What makes you think I’d marry another wanker?”Sent my washing to the cleaners the other day with a note enclosed ‘use more soap powder on pants’. When the laundry came back there was another note attached ‘use more paper on arse’.I asked my Kiwi mate how many sexual partners he’d had, he started counting. I have been masturbating a lot, thinking about her tiny wet pussy and juicy, firm boobs. We started talking on social media, and sometimes she used to call me at night.Priyanka told me that she was going through the same and thinking about that night while masturbating. My girlfriend (her sister) Asmita had no idea about us. Our evil incident and how close we got since that night. After my engineering exams, I asked Priyanka to catch up and meet somewhere. She completely agreed. “Oh yeah I want to fuck you, but I want you to ride my cock first” he said sitting down on the couch and I grabbed the condom and lube from my father who was stroking his cock as I walked back over to my Uncle, I placed the condom over his cock while lubing up my hole then I lubbed his condom covered cock and I positioned myself over his cock and pushed myself down onto it “Oh Monica you’re so tight, fuck it feels so good to be back inside you, now ride me like a cowgirl” then I began to left. Even more difficult was good help since the armed forces were gobbling up the prime men and city jobs paid a lot more. Out on the plains it was a long way to town and neighbors weren't very close either. There was limited radio and no television yet.Hattie and Slim were fourth generation wheat farmers way west of Kansas City. They had a lot of land but no kids came along to help, no matter how often they tried, so hired help was extra important. When they did find a good one, like the offspring.