I started hearing some soft moaning sounds from Agarwal’s bedroom and when I looked through the slit (which had become a routine by now in the night... I saw Kamini masturbating using a long thick brinjal for the very first time in the day. I wasn’t sure if she had got aroused on seeing me and hence did not want to make any advance. But on the next day I thought I would try something more audacious.I took my vest off and was only with my little boxers on. All my muscles and my toned flat tummy. I loved wearing blouses with very low cut necks mainly for comfort. But, today it might well give a glimpse of my cleavage to my son if he holds the sari a little harder than required. After waiting for my son to unveil my breasts accidentally, I became a bit restless as he wasn’t looking like being careless. I decided to give a show on my own and took a few steps backwards. The brand new silk sari’s stiff fiber slipped through my shoulders and a good length of it fell on Ram’s thighs. He. ”“You fucking bastard. How dare you serve me with separation papers?” The shrill voice and content of the greeting identified his wife better than her saying her name. He held the receiver away from his ear as she continued her rant. “I never should have married a fucking gorilla! You know that’s what you are! You’re a fucking gorilla. You’ve fucked me over for the last time. My lawyer says that I’m entitled to half of our assets, but you can bet your sweet ass that I’m going to get all of. “Well, as you know, Gary and I never ‘did it’…we got close, very close. But we never had intercourse.” “Just how close did you two get?” Marc asked. His interest was piqued now. “Let’s just say we couldn’t have gotten any closer without ‘doing it’. We did virtually everything else. We drove each other to orgasms with our mouths, pretty frequently I might add. And, we humped each other raw.” Marc sat up straight, listening to every word intently. “Were you able to cum while humping on him?” “Oh.