“I am pregnant with your child,” she stated flatly, as if she was not sure how I might take the news. “I have not had my flows for two months.�...“Are you sure it’s mine?” I asked, not sure myself whether to be pleased or concerned. “It can’t be your husband’s?”She laughed her magical laugh that made my affection for her so complete.With her eyes twinkling at me she responded.“The child is most certainly NOT my husband’s! He is not interested in me that way. Young men are more to his liking. Due. This was their four o’clock ritual—tea and rye toast with raspberry jam. They would sit at their round oak kitchen table and watch the blue jays, yellow-headed finches and occasionally, doves, come to the feeder. He loved the way the birds made her smile as they watched quietly. “Oh, look,” she’d say, “what’s the name of that bird?” Max could see by her squinting eyes she was straining to remember, trying to form the words, but they wouldn’t come through her pursed lips. “That’s a dove.” . Phir maine uske mooh se burkha uthaya toh first time uska face dekha, face kya dekha uske mast wet lips hi dekhe uss time toh aur usse kiss karne laga, thodi der tak kiss karne baad mere ek hath uske bade bade boobs pe aur ek hath uske bhare hue hips se khelne laga, time bahut ho chukka tha aur hum waha isse jyada kuch kar bhi nahi sakte, maine usse khada kiya aur 10-15 min tak usse apne aage khada karke kapdo ke upar se uski moti gaand pe lund phirata raha aur dono hatho se uski chuchiaya. I pushed a little harder and carefully slid my inside. My mind was visualizing those big burley guys and how big their cocks would struggle to slide into her willing pussy. The sensation of being in her pussy was amazing, so warm, so wet, tight like a glove. I imagined her moaning and enjoying being fucked, I imagined her cumming over and over, of them taking turns with her. I imagined her getting filled with cum. My cock was deep inside her and started to pulsate. My fantasies ran free and.