. And kiss started.. Hmm ummmFirst slow then fast then wild.. We were like eating each other.. Na jane kab se bhuke ho..Hmmm and now I started rubbing...her boobs …Ad pressing them wildly. And her hand was on my back. And on m hair.. She was pulling my hairs and pushing me on herThen she said.. Lets go to bedroomWo uthi and jane lage..Her sari was not in good position.. Pallu kahi gira hua tha..Blouse ki position thk nhi thi..Wo jane lagi to maine uska pallu pakad liya.. Then wo ghum ghum k ander. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =Chapter 02“Mom, why is Daddy sleeping on the couch,” I hear Kally ask my wife, and I come awake. Finally some sleep where I don’t dream!“Go play in your room,” Karrista tells our youngest daughter. She turns and looks to me, hands on her hips. “So, Daddy. . . Why are you sleeping on the couch?” I know she’s not mad at me, but neither is she happy.“I don’t want to talk about it,” I mumble at her, hoping she’ll drop it.She won’t. “Jason,. Shelly was still wearing her hold ups, and her hand was inside her normal panties. She had freed one of her breasts from her black bra and was pinching her own nipple. I stood in the doorway for a few minutes, watching Shelly, her breathing getting heavier and quicker. A flush of red spread across her chest and neck as she panted heavily. A loud gasp escaped from her mouth as her head fell back on her pillow.She turned her head towards me and smiled. Her pretty face was soaked with sweat and. There was an awkward silence while Maria and I both tried to think of what we ought to say next. Finally, she spoke first. "You coming to the team picnic?" she asked.Paul and Orlie Warren had sponsored, annually since Paul had been the manager, an evening picnic at their home near Bowie. The party was for players and coaches and their families, and attendance was by no means mandatory. However, despite the fact that off days at home were rare during the season, the Warrens' picnic was evidently.