Malish kartay huya mera hath aunti kay ghootna kay thora upar ja raha tha aur aunti nay apani taango ko thora khool liya tha, mai bola ki aunti aap ba...ao ki mai bara ho gaya hoon ki nahi aunti boli ye to check karna hoga to mai bola ki auntiaap check kar kay batao to aunti boli theek hai tum apani tshirt utar kar yahan late jao. Mai bola ki mujhay sharam aati hi to vo boli ki meray samana kay sharmana utaro maina apani tshirt utar di aur late gaya aunti ab maray bagal mai bath gai aur maray. “I bet you watch these movies all the time?” she smiled, that mischievous look reappearing on her face. “Well, yes, every now and then,” I answered hesitantly. “Then why shouldn’t I? Just because I’m old doesn’t mean I don’t have these kind of feelings anymore.” “I, I suppose so,” I stammered, turning my eyes back to the television to avoid my aunt’s look. The woman on the screen was still busy giving the guy the blow job of a lifetime and the sight of this excited me even more. My cock was. " She finally began to cry. They seemed to be genuine tears, but who knew? "It wasn't ... You weren't supposed to even know." I wasn't supposed to notice that you were spending a quarter of your married life shacked up in Houston?" Look. I'm going to tell you everything. I don't know if we can salvage our marriage..." We can't," I interrupted.She just nodded. "Well, you deserve to know anyway. And I want to stay married. To you."It's the CIA. They recruited me directly from the Admiral's staff.. I was loving every second of the attention my daughter, OUR daughter, was raining on me. Like just a short while before in the tree house, I was giving Michelle a bouncy ride on my roller coaster stomach.With one more kiss, this one on my laughing lips, Michelle said once more, "Dad I love you. I've missed you so much." Settling herself on my chest, she pressed into the side of my face leaving one last cool imprint there from her moist kisses.Lifting her face up from beside mine I looked into.