I gave it five minutes before letting out a sigh of relief and sat up a little.“That…was too fucking close.” I whispered, and she nodded.“Yes....We have to be a lot more careful. But…at least…you got the worst part done with. It was just starting to feel good too, you know? Why couldn’t they have stayed out for another half hour?” She asked with this most adorable pout I’d ever seen. I almost spoiled it all by laughing a little, but I managed to smile and pulled back a little. “Well…maybe next. I want him to have the chance to grow up to be the same extraordinarily interesting, thoughtful and exciting person as David was. How can I help him though with all those "man" things? I'm a fair athlete, but not in sports he's likely to be interested in. Still, there are plenty of things we can do together. Quit worrying."And a few pages later, the stunning comment:"I don't want him to grow up with a lot of sexual repressions. Best thing is total honesty and openness about it. I wonder how his. Or fir kyat ha.Usne 40ml ke ass pass to leliya uske muje dediya…or vo madhosh hone lagi …ab vo vo meri puri bahon mei thi….Am just staring her….Or touch karaha tha…ahar jagah jaha mei pehle nai karparaha tha….Mene jhat se phone nikala or uske sath selfie li…or fir close hoke liye…paout banake li….Or fir mene kaha sayna u r out of control….Idhar aajaoo…vo kehne lagi nai…raul…just hug.Me….Kiss mei…dekho sameer muje chodke naiana ke sth chalagaya..Mene kaha ajayege don wory…tum let jao…just. She moved away instantly with quick stare at my bulge. I quickly changed her attention and felt ashamed of my action. As time went on Jessica did not mid mine erection prone hugs and at times I think she initiated it. When my wife's mother visited for a couple of days Jessica had to give up her bed, she had to sleep on a spare mattress placed in the floor our room. I heard complaining to her mother that her back was hurting from sleeping on the spare mattress, my wife indicated it only be.