And fuck her.We went to the Drive-in theatre and ended up fucking under a blanket in the cool Fall air, my mouth sucking on her unique nipples which I...had developed an abslute fetish for. I couldn't stay away from them. If I'd been told I could never see or touch them again I'd have said fuck it - I might as well die.She masturbated me to the verge of orgasm in a dark restaurant and we had to sneak into the men's room to finish me off, standing in a stall, her legs wrapped around my waist while. Unka sara badan hil raha tha aur sanse tez tez chal rahee thee. Bhabhi ki chuncheea tezi se upar neeche ho rahee thee. Mujhse raha nahee gaya aur hath barha kar dono chunchee ko pakar liya aur jor jor se masalne laga. Bhabhi ek sadhe hue khilari ki tarah kamar apne haton me liye hue aur kas kas kar shot laga rahee thee. Jaise jaise wo jharne ke kareeb a rahee thee unki raftar barhti ja rahee thee. Kamre me madak khoshbu aa rahi rahee thee. Jab unki sans phul gayee to khud neeche akar mujhe apne. Or maybe it was a memory; Dad had taken me to visit his father,my grandfather, on his death bed in a place similar to this, and thesight of him on that bed had stuck in my mind with quiet horror.Whatever the case, I could do something about it. I drew a syringe outof my front pocket and stabbed it in into my arm, feeling nothingthrough the pain dampening but a foreign presence penetrating my flesh.It ended in a grating sensation. A little too deep; I'd hit the bone. Ipulled the needle back out. I don't have a clue as to when or where I bought the ring, or even how much I spent. She loves it and that's all that matters.Beth told everyone after the wedding at the reception, we would honeymoon in the Caymans. So we boarded her private jet, Margaret, Beth and I, and that's the last I recalled before waking up..."Oh, I see you are awake. Good morning my dearest husband," Beth's face loomed over me as I swam slowly up to consciousness."I'll bet you have a million questions, due to the fact.