‘I’ve come to make you an offer.’ ‘An offer?’ ‘Yes. You see, I still want to marry you.’ Chantal laughed, throwing her head back. ‘You...must be crazy!’ ‘No, I’m not crazy.’ He took her face in his hands, gazing into her sightless eyes. ‘I’m still in love with you.’ ‘Jean-Claude,’ Chantal raised her hands and gently removed his from her face. ‘It’s been a year since the accident and you haven’t been by to visit me at all. Why now?’ The handsome man took a breath. ‘It’s been very hard, cherie. Too. Her hands roved over my shaft while her mouth covered my glans and her tongue began exploring every inch of the purple raging head. She was good and she was very intense; she apparently didn't want to take a chance of displeasing me.After she had been at it a while, I made her change positions so that her knees were beside me and her head was toward my feet. Grabbing her flimsy panties, I yanked and heard two velcro fasteners rip open. I tossed the panties to the floor and began to slowly spank. "How did you change?" I asked hesitantly, "Why?" I had to know why my wife had turned into the gorgeous woman in front of me...and why she had been acting like a bitch ever since."I was just going to show you." Janice said pleasantly, moving close to me and gently putting her hand on my cheek. "And satisfy myself at the same time." she mused, much quieter.With that, she took the bundle of clothes that she'd pulled out of the chest and pushed it against my chest. For a brief second, I thought. I have only tired to hide the identity of the only person (my cousin sis) in the story to protect her indentity. I am basically from a typical middle class Indian catholic family. My mom and aunty were the only two daughters to their parents and after marriage also they were able to maintain their love for each other as luck would have to favour, my uncle and daddy no doubt were best of buddies. I was the only son and my cousin sis Samantha was only daughter of my uncle and aunty. Right from.