I even stopped stroking the penis to touch his cheeks to be as passionate as a Nun in loving her master. As I kissed I could feel him behind me again,...this time his hands were under my white blouse holding my thin waist and moving my lower body in small circular movements against his wooden penis. New and fresh waves of total submission were flowing over me, as my clitoris awakened with the slight pressure and circular motions from the wooden cock, I was still kissing the mouth of this Christ. To ab story pr ata hu. Baat aaj aaj se 2 saal pehle ki hai jb. Mere ghr wale dashere ke utsav me bahar humne gye the. To mammy me meri mashi ko ladki jiska maan aarti hai use ghr pr bula liya taki mujhe khane pine me koi dikkat na ho. To aarti ghr pr a gai or mere ghr wale bahar ghuumne chale gye. Poora din me tv hi dekhta raha kyoki sunday tha or mera school bhi band tha.To hmm tv dekhte rahe hao sham ho gai sham ko hm khana kha kr jaldi ho so gye jesa ki aapko pta hai ki dashehre ke moke pr. Maybe I shouldn?t say some of these things in front of yourhusband-to-be but you know me. I speak my mind and I know you well,honey. Be a model wife for her. Be obedient. Follow her lead. Do as shetells you. Wear your hair and makeup and clothes to please her. Isuspect you already are from what you two shared over our fine luncheonbut don?t stop once you?ve taken her name as yours and have her ring onyour finger. Keep your figure. Never refuse her when she wants sex. Thatis key for a good wife.. Cathy knew her dark blue print dress with white flowers, a wide, plunging neckline to reveal the inner halves of her full breasts and the hem so short, he’d know if she were wearing panties, was his favourite.“How is Jessica doing?” he asked of his newest grandchild.“She’s asleep in the spare room, come and see her.”“Aren’t you afraid of your breasts leaking out milk?” he asked gazing at her mostly revealed globes.“Being in this family, it’s a wonder I have any milk left for Jessie to feed on,”.