From the corners of her vision, she can see his fists balled up, gripping the sheets as he fights for control. Easing back, she releases him for a mom...nt. Their eyes meet, mischief still glinting in hers. His dark eyes are possessed with longing. Her grip tightens and his body answers quickly. Each throb in her grip is a message, begging her. She can't wait anymore and, resolve or not, doesn't think she can fight the eruption that's trying to escape from within. Adam says her name over and over. I asked him if after dinner while I cleaned up the kitchen if he would mind talking to her about it and he agreed.After dinner I told them to go into the living room and relax and I would clean up the mess. I could hear them talking softly and her exclaiming she didn't know about it and him telling her he was sure god understood she still had needs and perhaps had brought him into our lives for this purpose. He held her hand and asked if she minded if they prayed about it. She agreed and after. We continued kissing while he gently massaged my breasts and was rolling my nipples between his fingers through the material.I whispered, "It'll be better if you put your hand under my top."He responded with enthusiasm and then he tried to move my bra cups out of the way but it was too difficult, so he reached around behind me trying to undo the clip. He continued to fumble.I slid my hand up my back under my top and reached the clip to flick it open."You’re not good at this are you?" I. Mujhe to didi se pyar hi bahut hai, kion didi?” Didi bhi muskura padi aur maine didi ke jissm par ab khulam khula haath firana shuru kar diya. Kuchh der mein maine didi ka blouse uttar fenka aur bra ke hooks khol diye. Pooja bar bar didi ke haath mein mera lund pakda deti aur kehyi,” Didi Vikas aaj se hum dono ka hi hai, tum jo chaho mere pati ke saath kar sakti ho, kion Vikas?” Maine didi ki chuchi ko chumte huye kaha,” Haan kion nahin, Pooja, didi ka depression bhi to theek karna hai. Zara.