Just try to tell me that, baby. Didn’t I just prove all that to you?’ I looked at him and hung my head. I said in a low voice, ‘I guess you did...’ I thought, ‘Was he right? Is he right? Am I really that kind of woman? Is he screwing with my mind?’ I sat there, thinking about everything that he just said. He broke into my thoughts as he asked, ‘Well?’ I looked up and I said, ‘Excuse me, what?’ He said, ‘I asked you if you wanted me to let your husband see this so you can get free of him to live. Luckily there were some dresses which were about to go and she changed into one and I went to my home and changed and came back again and finally we reached to her new home in the evening around 6 PM the TV guy came and fixed the TV my aunt kids are adults and always busy with their work and her husband stays in Bangalore.It was a 3 bedroom house and the only TV in my aunt room got fixed and two beds were done. so my aunt’s daughter and son slept in one room me and my aunt slept in one room, we. Felt real, too. This was an authentic flesh-and-blood boner hanging there. Kind of resembled his own cock, come to think of it. Funny, though, that looked like writing on its side. Yep, something scrawled on the skin in blue ballpoint ink."This IS your own cock, Roochie boy. You KNOW what to do with it."Roochie was his baby name. No one had called him that for, gosh, at least a couple of decades. WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON HERE?Well, he did know what he could do with that hanging hard cock, an. I'm really good."She smiled back at me, then turned her attention back to the road. I few minutes later, she spoke again. "They're pretty girls, aren't they?" Yeah, they are." I looked at her out of the corner of my eye, but she still had her eyes on the road. The way she said that made me think she suspected something. Her next words confirmed it."I can tell you have a ... unique ... relationship with them. Whatever happens in your future, you make sure to treat them both equally well..