Ji ha me bat kar raha hu mioara ki. Mioara USA me rahathi thi. Me use pyar se maya kahata tha. Aur aplogo ko shayad pata ho ki USA me jis time din hot... hai India me rat hoti hai. To me puri puri rat shaitano ki tarah usse chatting karta tha. Aur sara sara din sota tha. Chatting karta karte vo bahut serious ho gai. Halanki hum log sexy talk nai karte the par pata nai usko mere me kya achha laga ki vo serious hokar mere se shadi ko tayyar ho gai. Aur mera good luck kaho ya bed luck mere bulane. One is of her with the sandwich and a thanking me for the special cream sauce. The second one was of her and sourpuss. This picture was faces, and boobs. I double checked the pic, I knew Pinky's boobs, but now I saw sourpuss's boobs. I knew that I find out all about why I got this pic later. Off to home I went. When I did get home, I saw that my phone had another message, this time from the wife. It was a short message with clips of her day. She was showing me helping her parents with. It was around 2am and I had just switched off my computer and was trying to get to sleep, no dad for a few weeks means no loud sex, so maybe I can have a good night’s sleep. How naive of me, just as I closed my eyes and felt relaxed read for slumber land’s embrace there was a loud bang, which meant that mum was home, she had a habit of opening the door with all the subtlety and stealth of a grenade. I signed, stood up and went downstairs to help her to bed.“Thereth mah bouy!” She screamed,. All that I was thinking of all the time was where to find a pussy to fuck. I wasn’t really interested in going to a whorehouse or pick up some girl coz paying for sex is a huge turn off for me. I was very much depressed and everyday I had to resort to jerking off to relieve myself of some of the carnal desires which had already started wreaking havoc inside my body. Then one day, unable to take it any longer, I asked my wife to get her mother (let me call her B) so that she can take care of my.