How about some raisin toast?" Ooh, that sounds good." OK. You handle the toast and I'll get the rest."There's nothing like a kitchen filled with the s...ells of breakfast. Somehow they all meld together yet stay distinct. Coffee brewing, ham, the butter with the more delicate smell of eggs cooking, the slightly sweet smell of the raisins as the toaster does its work. I smiled at the sounds of the hot water going through its final bubbling as the percolator sent that last tablespoon into the. My dick was still hard. I went to hall startd watch tv. After some time again she started sneezing that to tooo loudly.She was calling my name “raj idhar aa jaldi se” I came and asked “kya hua bhabhi” she said”meri halat kharab hoti ja rhi he” “mjhe bohot thand lg rhi he” “kuch kar” I then switched of the fan. But that was not enough. She again started sneezing, saying “raj idhar aa mere baju me so” I said “ji bhabhiji” and went to sleep along her side. She cuddled me very tightly and said”aise. Still I remained with him. The days came and went just like the night. Then one morning the inevitable happened: he finished his book. I was upstairs in the bathroom doing the laundry when he hollered my name. First thought that came to my head was that he’d injured himself, so I dropped the soap and scuttled out of the bathroom and rushed downstairs. He was waiting for me in his library, like I expected he would be anywhere else, with a look of happiness on his face. ‘I’ve finished the book!’. When he feels like sex, he just sticks his penis into her cunt and fucks her. Malini may cry and try to push him down, but to no avail. It is not that he did not like her. But that was the way of his doing.Malini was scared when comes sticking his huge monstrous cock to her for fucking. As per the advice of her friend, Malini wanted to change her approach. She was told to try oral sex on him and then when both are sufficiently aroused to ride on him and do the act in the reverse cow girl.