Beth opened her eyes in surprise but did not move, letting Reid’s hands do whatever he wanted. She felt a finger at her tight opening and couldn’t...help but tense, her breath catching in her throat. She felt him press against her asshole, firm but insistent, and almost without realising it she leant back slightly, in silent encouragement. Reid took the movement as approval and pressed harder, the tip of his finger sliding easily into her body, his soap covered hands making the invasion smooth.. Usse buss ek group sex nahi kiya tha. Wo issleye ki wo pativrata patni thi. Usne kabi apne pati ke alawa kissise bhi sex nahi kiya tha. Uska pati Jitu ek number ka aayash admi tha. Wo drug ke mabale me kayi barr jail ja chukka tha. Dipty ko shadi ke baad uska pata chala tha. Jitu apni patni se kafi pyar karta tha. Wo kabhi bhi Dipty kisese baat karte dekhe to bhi ghar par jagda ho jata tha. Ek din wo log jab ek shadi ke function se loat rahe the tabhi achanak Jitu ne apne car road k ek side par. Sometimes she'd wear a baseball cap. I'd never know where she was hiding. Sometimes she'd be right behind the front door. Other times she'd be behind some corner or behind another door. Desiree would grab me from behind and hold me in a tight grip, or wrestle me to the ground and pin me. I didn't resist much. A couple of times she rushed me and punched me in the stomach then kneed me in the chin (not too hard, but firm) before putting me down. Then she say something like "Okay asshole, you're. “There. The Sheriff here isn’t black, I’m pretty sure. He’s a stodgy old white dude that used to be in the Klan ... and he’s a Republican, but I repeat myself,” Devin pointed out, making us all laugh now.“So, what’s his name and how do you plan to give us grandkids? I don’t have any problem with you being gay, honey. Trust me on that. If you’re gay, be gay. It’s what makes you happy and ... well, gay,” my wife playfully asked Devin about grandchildren, while keeping it fairly.