Post my Chacha’s death she became even more depressed. She stayed quiet most of the times and just went about her daily chores and then retires to h...r room by evening. I talked more than usual with her to comfort her. She held my hand and cried on my shoulder when she and I were alone in her room. Then this incident happened, about a year after my chacha’s death that changed our relation and equation.There was a wedding at my other Chachi’s maternal home and everyone was invited. I was never. They’d either come from the stud farm or were students over on exchange visits.“I wonder if a few of those lads need a hand in the shower later,” one blonde sniggered.“Hmm, I bet they'd like someone to sponge them down,” giggled a busty girl.How I'd love to do both, I thought, mentally undressing the hot and sweaty teens. Then reality hit home. Shame on you, Rose… shame on you. They'd probably run a mile if I offered my services. That thought was probably correct for various reasons, not least. Tome would close his eyes and imagine the girl just getting on her knees and pulling out his fat cock and taking him in the middle of the street.He also had a fantasy that shamed him a little as she was 16 and a daughter to a good friend of his.Tom fired up his laptop at his desk, if he couldn’t fuck his wife and as some slut wasn’t nearby taking his cock in her mouth, he would have to get his relief from watching a few porn clips. He loved his amateur porn, whether it was some teen with a. "Jermaine looked at the woman he loved and said, "No, I am staying. Ilove you for who you are and I know you are a real woman. That is notthe reason. The reason is that I am saving myself for marriage.I only had sex with one other lady and she left me. It was nothing morethan a fling for her. I shared myself with her and it was not anythingspecial to her. It was just to get her rocks off. I felt like her boytoy and used. I have too much respect for myself to ever let thathappen again.I should.