It was the best day. That night we both were very happy and slept well.Life was going well and in sometimes she moved to her home from hostel due to a...job change. So our meeting got reduced. We longed for sex and touches. Our love was also reducing and had a lot of fights. Once she had an interview in Chennai. We planned to roam after the interview.I made arrangements for her stay and travel and planned what to do and all. I was excited about meeting her after a long time and thought of having. Hardly a few months after she had delivered the first baby and as expected with the unprotected continuous fucking by me and Mustaq, she was pregnant again, she had missed her periods, visiting the Dr. with Mustaq it was confirmed, the lady Dr. told Mustaq it was too early for her to get pregnant again, but as always and for anything as usual, she said inshallah all will be fine.She would always avoid going to the city as she hated staying with his mother, Mustaq was aware about the differences. We are moving.Almost a half of the population of this room are crying or moaning, and with only my own sex for company in this women-only privacy I briefly permit myself the catharsis of weeping.I’m for the Rape Run. God help me.Despair claims me completely. My chest heaves with sobs, and tears run openly down my cheeks, falling onto the silken material of my wrap where it protrudes over my breasts.It is hopeless. There will be no escape for me now, save the one-in-ten chance that I am the. My hand slipped up her petticoat and onto her panty. Mmm, the soft satin feel, sent a wave of excitement to my damp pussy. A present from Raghu no doubt and I smiled at my prey as I massaged Parimala’s pussy through her panty sliding down her body a little, I started biting her panty covered pussy softly. It is like a bun wrapped with a cloth. I bitten it with my teeth softly so as not to hurt her. She turned her head to the wall, and gave a mild plea for me to stop. I again came up and covered.