Even breast of my fiancée Ranju was bigger than that of my other. She was weighing then hardly 50 kgs.We were to start early morning of Sunday. It wa... Friday night. She returned home at her usual time of about 10 of night. I saw her sad and gloomy. She did not talked to me , rather did not looked at me. I heated eatables. We had dinner and I put all used utensils for cleaning. Without speaking a word she walked to her bedroom. I waited for some time. Then I knocked at door. She never locked her. It took more than 5 minutes for my body to feel any touch of the hot water coming down the shower – that’s how dead my body was.I slowly found myself regaining my senses on the bathroom floor, trying to come to terms to everything that just happened.However slutty I could claim I had become, the wife and the mother and the woman in me just could not accept the change. I had tears rolling down my eyes and I felt my heartbreak. But I could not help feeling the cravings of my pussy even then.I. ..aieerrghhhhhhhh..god your pussy is sooo damn good baby....damn!" And she takes it and savors it with her squeezing and milking cunt as my body shakes, shudders and I groan my relief as her hips still hunch and grind as she has another small orgasm herself and I wrap my arms around her and say, "I love your pussy Marsha, you're all woman baby. You can take my cum anytime you want sweetie."She lifts and pulls her pussy from my cock and the thrill she imparts as she leaves me has me wanting to. ..three Sir.” The already colourful landscape of Lucy’s bottom now began to display the unmistakeable raised weals of the cane as Lucy attempted to pant away some of her anguish. The sound of the cane cutting through the air caused Lucy to flinch as the fourth stoke descended on her bottom. The burning bite that ignited as the cane drew a line across the part where buttock and thigh merge caused Lucy to shriek, “Eee-ow-ow-ow! Oh that was the top of my legs Sir, OW-OW, four Sir.” Gwilym Morgan.