I guess that was Friday when she was washing clothes I was just hanging by with mini talks with her. She was wearing old saree and her all body was ju...t wetAnd up to my amazement her ass cracks were clearly visible. I was so embarrassed at the sight but at the same time excited her rhythmic movement while washing made her boobs jerk and the water splashing little by little were virtually making her naked and whats more, she had pulled her Saree to the thighs and the black panty was visible. I. When we got a frantic phone call and were told you were shot, we all assumed the worst. You were in surgery most of Saturday and, when we arrived that night, you were in recovery but unconscious. We have been taking turns sitting with you for the last two days and waiting for you to come back to us. I am so glad you are okay."Dave's father hugged him very lightly and tenderly. Dave whispered in his father's ear, "I love you, Dad. I'm really sorry I worried you. Has it really been two. I was trying to pin her to the bed with my pulsing, steely cock. God, she felt so good. And I was doing her some good, too. Mel could only pant and chirp, with the occasional long moan thrown in as she tried to breathe. I wanted this to be a loving, romantic afternoon for us. But instead, we’re just fucking like wild animals. Maybe that’s a different kind of romance.I held off as long as I could. At least five minutes, dammit. Yes, I’m sure! I decided to see how she was doing.“You like…(pant). All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there’d always be more.But then my mother died, and on that clear summer’s night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn’t any more.Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away ... never to return ... So ... While we have it ... it’s best we love it ... And care for it ... And fix it.