They performed the marriage ritual. In the evening he was sent to his room where the bride was waiting for him. He drank the milk given by the bride a...d gave half to her.After drinking milk, he removed the cover from the bride’s face. It was shocking for him seeing his mom in his bed as the bride. He said, “Mom maybe I entered the wrong room,” and was going out. Then suddenly his mom held his hand. “Stupid, we just married earlier. I’m your wife from now on. You’re my husband,” and she touched. But she used to talk a lot to me.One day it so happened that I heard her speaking to her friend on phone saying she was craving for her husband. That he was having sex every day with her after the marriage. Now things are very difficult for her and all. Bhabhi & I got very close and we used to talk about various topics. I used to help copy notes from her friend's book, pick her occasionally from college and so on.Things started happening when first time I took a bike to pick her up from. “Ohhh ... Based off what I’ve seen ... I expect to have fun, yes ... I’ve only had sex with Robert since I was in my twenties ... I haven’t had any since he passed ... So I think that, right now, I’d even enjoy having sex with you...” She cranes her neck to look over the table and down below our host, toward that sleek, black Doberman, then adds... “But more so with him!!” And she smiles again, relieved to be talking about dogs and sex rather than thinking about her dearly departed.Dennis nods,. I’d watched my husband have his cock sucked by another guy and I’d seen him fuck the same guy in the ass. I couldn’t remember if he’d fucked Annette at all. It was a lot to take in. I was looking forward to the drive home, although I wasn’t certain we were done here yet.“Did you cum at all, Annette?” I asked.“Almost,” she said. “I’m fine, Lauren, thanks.”Well, she might have been fine, but I’d see if I could make her even better. My hand went to her pussy, which was more than a little damp, and.