I enquired what was her name? And she said her name is Anasuya.Me: Mi aayana ekkada unnadu Anasuya? (Where is your husband Anasuya?)Anasuya: Aa thagub...thu sachinodu ratri baga thagi inka legaledu. ( The drunkard didn’t get up yet)I got a loophole to get Anasuya in my bed. Meanwhile, Rajitha and Savitha were observing the whole conversation. And gave me a confused look. Anasuya left to the outhouse and we again locked the doors. Last night we just had foreplay but not sex. I didn’t enter into. She was happier than she had ever been before.Mark was as happy as a pig in shit, as well. In addition to all the eye candy, he had three of the most gorgeous, sexy creatures imaginable sharing his bed and his cock. When he slept, it was buried in some warm hole provided by one of them. When he woke, it was usually a mouth, but sometimes it was a tight ass pushing back against him until he popped through the sphincter with his morning weapon.“Daddy?”Mark always loved hearing that, especially. I don’t know what they looked like before she did that, but now, they were very sturdy looking things, just a little smaller in diameter than my own little finger, and maybe as long as the fingernail on the same finger ... about a third of an inch, I suppose. There was nothing delicate about these breasts. They were eminently functional. Everything about them screamed for a hungry baby to be present in the room.My stomach growled. My mother blinked, and I could feel a blush on my face, even. Therewere also two very sissy coats for cooler weather, one in off white andone in pale pink.Both were tailored to flare out from the waist and were trimmed withmatching fake fur. On the floor was a rack that displayed several pairs ofmary jane shoes, adult size ten in various colours. There was even a pairof pink wellingtons with a care bear face on the side. Where she obtainedthem from in my size I never found out. Achest of drawers painted whitecontained all my girlie underwear. There were.