I loved her enquiring mind and the fact that, though almost entirely self taught, she had a highly developed sense of what was logical and what was ri...ht. I often considered how the circumstances in which she had grown up; her promiscuous mother and lack of father might have shaped her. To be honest I found the question too complex to understand, especially since I came from a safe childhood with a loving father and an efficient if uncaring mother (who later turned very uncaring when she. THE MOST PRECIOUS THINGS It?s been five years since my wife and I swapped, five lonely, confusing, desolate years. We have been adrift in each other?s bodies all this time, living lives that are not our own. All this time I often think over one question; what are the most precious things in our lives since the change. I?ve been working hard as a waitress; it?s not a good job. The people are nice usually, but I have a degree in business, all going to waste because it is now my wife?s degree. The. I started rolling my tongue on her aeroles and rubbed my teeth on the tip of her nipples which was erected too much by then. I bit her nipples hard and pinched another with my fingers. Rolled my tongue just below her boobs base all thru the circumference of her boobs. She came on top of me and removed my jeans and inner at one go.She was dumbstruck seeing the size of my hard dick for which she complimented me saying it\’s much bigger than her hubby\’s. That turned me on so much that I pushed. “This is Savita. How can I help you?” she said over the phone.“Of course, Bade Sahab. I’ll be right in.” replied Savita Bhabhi once she came to know it was no other than her Bade Sahab calling her. As she started walking towards her Bade Sahab’s office she started thinking why he called her. And then it struck her “I guess that horny bastard wants his coffee break ‘massage’.” As Savita Bhabhi entered her Bade Sahab’s office she found that Bade Sahab was talking to someone named Mr. Bhagat over.