It didn't help. My mind was still awash with images of my wife, naked on the bed, breasts sweaty and bouncing as she pumped a thick dildo in and out o... her red-fringed pussy. I could almost smell her musk on my lips again, even after three years. But the aroma in my nose wasn't her musk. It was cinnamon and vanilla, and the face on the woman in my vision wasn't Janet's, it was Martha's.I left the study, brushed my teeth, and masturbated to a fast, furious and unsatisfying orgasm before going to. We had a house out in the suburbs and lived the typical middle-class life.’ ‘No kids?’ Janice asked. ‘No, we weren’t able to have children, but we wanted them badly. Anyway, everything was wonderful until Madeline got sick. Cancer.’ ‘Oh,’ Janice said softly. ‘They tried everything to save her but the cancer was relentless,’ I said while the tears I had feared would come began to well up in my eyes. ‘I wanted to be with her every minute so when the inevitable neared I took her home. If she was. Tab wo maan gyi…Uff ladkiyo ke nakre…..Khair choot ke liye to krna pdta hai…Raat ko 12.30 bje pooja mere room me aayi usske aate maine usko pakad ke keech liya aur apne baahon me bhar liya…Aur hm dono bed pe gir pade…Maine uske gardan pe kiss kiya woo kara oothi aur mera dheere-2 kahada ho gya ye use b mehsoos ho gya aur wo apne choot ko dhere-2 ragdne lagi pr wahi ladkiyo ke nakhre…..Sammer kuch galat to nahi hoga na…Ya sag galat hai…Main kha kuch nahi karunga sirf tumhara doodh piyunga wo. She had seen him more than once in his gym attire. His limbs were shapely and hairless, like those of a younger boy, but the size of him suggested to her that he probably had a virginal, almost adult sized apparatus."Do you have a best pal, Jack, someone to whom you tell all your secrets?" she inquired nonchalantly."If I told secrets, they wouldn't be secrets any more," he replied, almost giggling."But don't you have a best friend?" the woman persisted.Jack hung his head and murmured, "No, I'm.