Armse neeche badte hue maine unke pair phailye aur unke clit ko choosne laga aur aunty aur zor se moan karne lagiAunty–aramse se shahrukh hmmmmm mmm... uummm ammmmmm aaaahhhh shahruskh choosdo meri choot ko bahut dino se pyaasi hai kehne lagiMai unke clit ko chooste hue dheere se unki choot me ungli daalke unke g-spot ko fingering karnr lagaAunty–aaahhh shhaahrukh bahut achese aise hi chodo mujhe aaahhhh ummmm aaahhhMai apni speed badhaya aur unko lick karta raha aur aunty jhad gayiAb unhone ne. And what’s with the new vocabulary?”“That’s the only word that seemed to fit. Jennifer was right. I needed a goodbye fuck!” she panted.I was softening, so I rolled off of her and pulled her into a cuddle. We lay there in the twilight, recovering.“You OK?” I asked.“Yes, it’s the only decision we could make. We both knew it before we started talking, didn’t we?”“Yes, we did. You know I still love you very much.”“And I love you too. Come on, let’s go inside.”I picked up my underwear to put them. ..................and I saw the hormonecream-pot in her gloved hand. However my need for sexual release was sogreat that even the pain and discomfort I knew was coming - for therewas no way for me to escape it - meant at least I would get to cum! Inno time I was squirming into the leather backrest as her fingers creamedand rubbed and squeezed and tugged in their nightly ritual, yet I heardmy own moans of pleasure and arousal before they turned into squeals ofprotest.Suddenly I was pushed flat. Anything unwanted, is always a pain to bear and my pregnancy wasn’t different. I was literally counting days and months and finally she arrived. But once she arrived, motherhood conquered. The body had responded too. Already nicely built, my body had become voluptuous and my boobs round and big. My baby was a hungry baby and would demand milk any time of the day. With my in-laws around, I was forced to wear saree much against my will. As the day passed and my delivery wounds recovered the.