At somewhat of a loose end after finishing my visit to the cemetery and with a couple of hours to kill until my Aunt arrived to pick me up, I explored...my old hometown, pangs of nostalgia hitting me as I took in the familiar sights of the town where my parents and I used to live. A little while spent wandering had led me into the quieter backstreets, which is where I had stumbled across the bookshop.Examining the shop's interior, I see row upon row of bookshelves take up much of the floor space.. I was getting hasty by the day. I used to often keep the webcam recording on with the PC monitor shut off.This way Kusum used to be alone in my room cleaning and stuff and I used to view those clips later to see her nicely. Six months passed and now Kusum was a part of our family. She used to take the Door keys from Jaya Aunty and worked in the house even when no one was around. One day I came home to find no one but Kusum working in the kitchen. I went to my room and asked her to get me some. She went a little wild there for a while, crying out, almost screaming. She thrashed around like I was beating her instead of fucking her. Now he knows what it looks like when his wife has an orgasm.I came in her pussy a few minutes after he shot off in her mouth. But we aren’t done yet. I can be such an asshole!I ordered her to clean my cock and balls. When she finished I ordered her to start sucking Brad’s cock again. I put my pants back together while she went back to work on her husband’s. So has Ryan here," she added. "Yes, well, it is more comfortable, it does make me feel really good inside, and being with you makes it all worthwhile, Becky," Ryan answered. He kissed the naked Becky again, and their embrace afterward was oddly comfortable to see. After they separated, Becky spoke. "As you can see, I figured what better way to sell you on this then to let you see how normal it can all be. We are just people living in a house. We cook, we clean, we do the gardening, we even.