Which brings us to where we are now, sitting in our living room late on a Friday night trying to find something to watch on tv."Come on s*s just pick ...omething already, you've been searching for like ten minutes," I whined to her, getting annoyed at her indecisiveness.She looked at me with a pouty face, "we've already seen all these movies, do you wanna just watch Captain America or something again?" No not really..." I sighed, looking at the tv and caught my eye on the channel below it, "looks. Mala jevha pasaun sex badal samajala lagla thevha pasun mi ticha kade akarshshist zalo hoto, as ti far mal diste mala athavat nahi ki mi tila swapna madhe kiti veda zavla asel athava ticha navane kiti veda mooth marli asel chala tumhala jasta boor na karta story suru karto tar zala asa hota ki ekda aatya kade kahi kama ne gelo ani bell vajavli tar aatya ne dar ughdla mi aat gela tar ti mala basala bolali mi baslo ani tine mala pani anun dila mi pani ghetla ani tila vichala ki prya kuthae ahe. We keep a small bottle of massage oil on the headboard, within easy reach. I sleep on his left, but I'm right-handed, so a little clumsily with my left hand, I retrieved the bottle, flipped the top and poured a healthy amount onto his head and shaft. Setting the bottle back, I used my left hand to spread the oil and slowly stroke him, simulating a tight pussy as best I could.In those early years, I hadn't quite gotten used to stroking him left-handed. It wasn't as good as his own stroking and. “I’m so sorry for everything Robbie!” She takes my hand from her face and holds onto it. “I should have known he would do something! Look what he’s done to you!”“Stacey it’s ok really, I’m fine. It hurts like a bitch but I’ll live. Please stop worrying ok?”Stacey simply nods, her tears have now stopped. “I love you Robbie” she says with warmth and love in her voice. “I love you too!” I smile back to her.Stacey leans off of her chair and kisses my forehead. As she pulls back, she pauses inches.