Subha uth kar ma phele niche aa gya. Kuch time bad mami bi niohe aa gyi. Us din sunday tha. Mere program ghar par hi kuch karne ka tha. Dopahr ko ach...nak ghar ke sabi log kisi ke ghar chale gye or ghar ma or mami akele reh gye. Wo tab kicthen me lunch tyar kar rahi thee. Mane piche se jakar unke mumo ko pakr liya aur sida karke mumo ko maslna suru kar diya . Wo bi ek dam sidi khadi ho gyi. Fir mane apna lund nikal ke mami ke muh me dal diya 2 min me hi wo rod ki trah tan gya. Mane unki sadhi. She wasn't sure she could do it and also was really NOT taking any birth control.We had a long discussion about the real possibility of this happening and the real possibility of her ending up pregnant with his black baby.Her biological clock was ticking big time and in the last couple of years I hadn't succeeded in knocking her up. Her frustration at not being pregnant was real so I told her that if she did fuck him and got pregnant, she would have the baby and we would raise it together. Her. I was given a thick quilt and I fell asleep as soon as the lights were switched off. It was about 9:30 pm in night and the light was switched on. There was a small hole in the quilt through which light was directly projected over my face. I rolled my eyes through the hole to see what is happening outside. It was Girija aunty and she was searching her cupboard full of clothes. I got a mild erection watching her from behind and started imagining fucking her in doggy style. The next second. My Children wereable to mention it, without any awkwardness and everyone seemed toenjoy themselves. Even my Son-in-Law, who knows about it was fine.My Wife is more at ease with it and can now talk about it quite freely.The only problem is hiding my developing breasts. With casual shirtsthey are very noticeable, but with ordinary shirts and vest they onlyshow if you know they are there and are looking for them. How muchlonger I can hide them, I am not sure, but I have no intentions ofstrapping.