When she offered juice to me, she bent and the view of her boobs was making me horny. This time she saw me staring at her boobs.I freaked out. But as ...he was in a hurry, she just smiled and left. After some time I again tried to look at her boobs, but she had hooked her blouse correctly. I was disappointed and had to calm down my dick by masturbating thinking of her.About three months later, when I was in Bangalore, my uncle invited me over to their home for lunch. I had some time off from my. I tensed, “For just the one time, or would she let you have sex with me as much as we’d like?”“We? Hmm. She’s said often that she’d want us to have sex as much as we’d like. I think part of her reasoning is that she’s not sure if pregnancy really cures your condition or not,” Dad told me.I finally looked away from the steering wheel and at my Dad, “You’re the first person I ever pictured myself doing it with. In fact, that’s the main reason I made the vow to not have sex until marriage. I. I have met a lot of high-powered, successful men in my former job. You’re brilliant in comparison.”He chuckled, “Believe me. I can be stupid. Okay, not about business, maybe. But, ask those people inside. They know the real me. I can be stupid.” I couldn’t help but want to smile, even though I did everything I could not let it show. “I brought you here to be with me, Laura. Not for two weeks or two months or two years. I want you, Laura. I need you. Please.”“Hein, I don’t have a passport.”He. You are married; think of the shame you will feel tomorrow if we continue with this madness.”She looked at me, her hair tousled, bodice undone, firm breasts heaving, and eyes glittering with lust.“I have been married to Mordecai Rothstein for almost a year. Three hundred and thirty days of boredom — three hundred and thirty nights of boredom and frustration. Mordecai is a good, kind, and decent man, but he is a Rabbi’s son, and obeys all the laws of Jewry.”She refastened her bodice and.