“Gee, honey. Looks like all those bicep curls have been paying off,” she would say, giving it a few squeezes. “You must be swotting away the gir...s.” I shrugged. I was. My birth mother had been a stunner like Mom and thankfully I’d inherited my looks from her, not Dad. I was six-foot-one, broad shouldered and confident. I’d lost my virginity when I was sixteen to Missy Mansell, a popular varsity cheerleader, two years my senior. She’d told me my dick was a lot bigger than some of the seniors. Let’s get to the story. So the story starts happened in the month of March. My sister in law stays in Coimbatore. Her name is Shikha. She, her husband Rajiv, and her 6 months old daughter Deepa had come to our house.Rajiv had work in Chennai that was the main reason they had come. They reached on Thursday evening. Upon arrival, we greeted them had little chit chat. Later we had dinner and went to sleep as they were tired from the journey. The next day was normal. I woke up, had breakfast and. The hall was dimly lit with a led light at the far end and she positioned herself on the opposite side to avoid being seen. She was planning to surprise Reddy again and she was dressed for that part.Anita was wearing a red night robe and matching inners. She was planning to part the robe open to reveal her sexy partially naked body and seduce Reddy without even speaking a word. Ever since Kiran had returned, she had a nagging doubt that he would restart his affair with her that she had ended. Many of the women didn't get pregnant. They failed a lot of the time and maybe this was the reason. The women in her society know their bodies on a very deep level. They heal themselves, and they heal the men too. She had already started on me. I felt stronger and more able than I had in ten years. My eyes were better, the ringing in my ears was gone. And, best of all, my dick got hard. What more could a man want? Right? * The best part is, now I can go back with her on the cycle after.