It at least pushed tits together give me some cleavage. I checked my purse to be sure I had four condoms in there. The question would be did I have th... nerve to pull them out. Rick had gotten us some pizza for dinner. While we ate, Rick asked me what movie I wanted to watch. “Oh I don’t care; I didn’t see much of last night’s movie and enjoyed that,” Rick smiled figuring he was in for another make out session and maybe another blow job. We settled into the couch with the lights low. As soon as. Aaaahhhh. kay mast choot aahe tujhi.randi saali.”“Ho bhadvya, tuch majhi bhadvegiri karat hotas na and wiklas na maala. aata majhi aag vijvaychi roj. mala tar magaspasoon nagdich rahvasa vatat hota tithlya saarkha. and divas bhar lund ghet rahil. pan hya pora mule kahi karta aala nahi”” Mag tyaala pan jhav ekda. hya choot madhye lund gela na tar toch tula nagda karel ghari aala ki.”“Aaah bhenchod. aaaaahh pani sutla majha vichar karunch. don don lund bhettil mala. Pan tya chutiya cha lund chota. ( that sure did it) Her pussy was wet instantly, pulling her panties to the side she started rubbing her clit. Maybe it was her moaning extremely loud or whatever but within what felt like seconds a cock was shoved through the hole just below the screen. That was it, the deciding moment, so she took a breath and did it. She reached out and grabbed ahold of some guys cock. She started stroking it slow at first then took the hand she had been rubbing her now soaking pussy with and wrapped it. Nothing I could do to her killers would bring her back. However, she would be in deep sorrow if she could see the man I had become. A man who lost himself in the pursuit of vengeance and neglected his family and responsibilities. Such a man was not the stalwart individual Janet loved while she lived. My mother was right. I loved Janet too much to disgrace her memory. I had my son Bernard to take care of. And so I took care of him to the best of my ability. Three years ago, I moved from.