V. and I was disappointed. I joined my wife in bed and she talked about being back in Maine and how she loved it. She snuggled in wrapping my arms aro...nd her feeling her ass push against my cock it started to rise.I wanted to save it for my mom but my wife had other ideas, she reached behind her and started to play with it through my boxers, then pulled it through the slit in the front and continued to get me harder with each stroke.My hands traveled from her stomach to her breast, kneading. Ohhh ahhh ishhhh bhishon aram hochhee. Ohhhhhh amar guuder kutkutuni ta aste aste kome ashche.”Takhon lokta mukh ta neechu kore mamir ekta nipple ta mukhe niye chuste laglo. Jei lokta mammir mayee chuste laglo, ami takhon loktar side theke chehara ta dekhte pelam ar ami abar theke shock khelam. Oi lokta je eto khon dhore mamir guuder bhetore nijer banra ta bhore mamir guud ta chudche se aar keu noye. Lokta amader pasher barir lok, jake amra kakababu boli, hochhee. Kaka babur naam Ronendu aar. We each took time to sit and read the stories she loved so fully, or sat and talked, but all too soon her body gave its last breath and she was gone. Dread devastation fell over our loving family in the months that ensued, yet the girls tried every day to make the best of what we had; always trying to cheer up dear old dad. As I would sit and brood in front of the TV or sit at the computer it became their mission to bring me out of my slump, it was that which led to my love becoming deeper. He called Benji over for collaboration. Benji padded over and thrust his mitt into her muff. "Oh, Shit!" he looked at me. "Boss, she is soaked." Dave pulled her up and walked her over to the counter. "Now, Missy, this is not fun-time. You asked to be punished and here you are, soaking my trousers. I see that we need to step things up a little. Bend over the counter." She was openly crying now as Dave told her to bend over and put her arms across the counter. He told me I'd probably have to hold.