.” He never got to finish his question as she literally tackled him to the bed, raining kisses down on him, a bright smile on her pretty face as the... both laughed in each other's arms, “I'm gonna take that as a yes.”“Such a big yes!” She laughed, kissing him again before rolling out of bed, “Where's the laundry room?” He didn't answer, just watching her walk naked to the door was all his brain could seem to handle at the moment; she turned when her question was met with silence and another grin. Aisa kuch nahi hua jaisa ki yaha ke writers likte hain to story aise hai ki hamara gaon karnataka main hain aur hum mumbai main rehte hai hamari bohot property hain gaon main aur main akela hoon mummy papa ko. saal main 2 mahine gaon main bitana padta tha to papa humSab ko saath le jaate the. hume sex ke bare mein kuch nahi jaante the par time kab badlega kise maloom chalta hain. tab me 11th main padtha tha aur finals ke baad hum gaon aa gaye gaon kya aye meri life hi palat gayi. humare gaon ke. “So, you are saying that you have to be gay or what?”“No, no, honey, it’s not gay. It’s a wife fucking her husband.”“In the ass, with a rubber cock, that sounds gay to me.”“Look, just think about it, will you? I’m open and willing to try if it makes my sex drive come back again.”She slowly got out of the bed and looked down at him. “I didn’t get married to a man like you to end up fucking him in the ass. I expect you to do the fucking around here, you are the man, and you are in charge. Deal. I sat there with my heart pounding in my chest. Peering through the darkness of my room I saw no movement. Nothing!I listened intently – straining to hear the quietest sound. I could hear the soft whisper of Tara’s breathing from where she lay sleeping on my floor. I could hear the frantic thumping of my heart. Apart from that, nothing. I slipped out of bed and crept over to my window – locked. Outside the window all was dark and still.I picked up my robe and wrapped it around me – tying the.