Ryan, Janet's wimpified ex-husband, washed me clean. He was such a pathetic guy now, but also so cute and kittenish.“Partly,” Frank, my husband, a...swered.My eyes flicked to the syringe in his hand. “Is that that super smart serum?”Frank nodded.I sighed. I didn't want to be super smart. I loved being a bimbo. My thoughts were covered in a warm, marshmallowy embrace that made the world seem so wonderful and magical. I was happy all the time, and so horny. Just looking at my husband made my pussy. "Was that coincidence, Boy? Surely you don't know..." But the wolf turned its head more to look at the wound. "Well ... maybe you do know. Let me get the ointment and I'll put some more on while I'm at it."Back a moment later with the first aid kit, he cut the tape on one side to keep from pulling the hair, and raised the bandage to get a good look at the wound. "Well, it's not bleeding and the stitches all look intact. Guess you didn't do yourself any harm trying to get a piece of the tiger.". “So ... after a couple of months of once-a-week sessions, he started to tell me what he thought. He began by saying that I was fixated on my father. In particular, I wanted my father to be proud of me. Well, that was no great revelation. Doesn’t almost every kid want that? But he said it went further than that. I had chosen Chemical Engineering late in the day, giving up my real interest in Mechanical Engineering. Why? What made me change? It was as he said; I wanted to please my father by. Let’s be together for some time. I told okay and about Disha she is from Chennai whitish tall. 36-30-40 her figure. So we went inside her house it was a 1 bhk house she was staying alone after her boyfriend moved out. We went inside. As soon I entered there was a change in her mood. She went inside the bedroom and when the door opened my jaws fell down omg she was looking hot by just seeing her, my dick was hard. She was in sexy very short and hot lingerie. She came near me walking like a.