The way she was sitting on sofa was very seductive. Her blouse was bit lower exposing fair cleavage with those juicy lips and the way she adjusted her...ass was just making me hard. I was lost in seeing her assets .My penis started growing. And then she reminded me of that day’s incident. I was mute for some seconds as what to say. She asked me what you saw that day. I said “I am really sorry for that day I directly entered your kitchen without knocking the door, I am sorry”. On this aunty said. Hmm. I tell you what, then. We’ll have a party. Include the Smiths, the Lieutenant and Colonel and, of course, Kitty. The Adams family and Sheila. Let’s get the doctors in—not the ones from Washington. The four we see often here in Orlando. Of course, my wife, me, and you. We’ll hold the party here and have it catered. Yes. It’s time we saw some actual benefit from this circus since I’ve yet to get paid. Elizabeth is not to be concerned with any of the preparation. Get cleaners in to do a. My visit to the VA medical center had triggered some buried issues that I had successfully compartmentalized and bricked up in a generally unused area of my brain storage reserved for secrets and memories best left forgotten as long as possible. I had discovered long ago that was the best way to deal with PTSD and it never failed me no matter how many times a situation came up that came close to triggering some sort of response to a similar scenario.I was fairly excited by the prospect of. One day my wife Koel came to know about this. Unusually she accepted it and promised me help. Now this part follows , enjoy.Last night was quite stressful for both of us, probably the most important night in our relationship. I woke up in the morning by the sound of her beautiful voice.Koel : Chiku !! uth jao. Kitna so gey ? Good morning. Me : Good morning.Koel : Neendh kaisi rahi.Me : It was ok.Koel : Feeling better?Me : Much better. Kyunki tum jo sath ho.She smiles with a blush. She gave me a.