A naughty novel was in her hands ,and her eyes were glued to the page. Without a doubt, my daughter was aroused from the material she was reading. Th...s was perfect timing, almost as if some higher power wanted me to treat my daughter in such a lavish form. “Baby, I have a gift for you.” Her eyes snapped up from her novel and locked on the box in my hands. A huge grin spread across her face, she had always been a fan of presents. Walking forward I set it down in front of her. The plain brown. I’m single.Bhabi: isliye waisi harkate karte ho.Mai: kaisi?Bhabi: wahi terrace waali.Mai: smile…Bhabi: waise tumhe kaisi gf pasand h.??Mai: aap jaisi.Bhabi: achha. Aisa kya pasand h muzme?Mai: sab kuchh. Spclly aapka bomb blasting figure!(no reply from bhabi)Mai: if u dont mind will u b my gf?Bhabi: I’m married stupid.Mai: ok (with sad expression)Bhabi: waise kya karega tu muze teri gf bana kr.Mai: aap bas ready to ho jaye.Bhabi: ek shart pe, aaj se hum gf bf ki tarah hi baat karenge. N tum. Reaching into his briefs, he pulled his cock and balls out and flopped them over the top. He was a shower. His cock was 6” soft, nicely thick with a small pointy knob. He hardly had any ridge around his knob. There was a gathering of flesh on the underside of his cock. He had done some man-scaping on his pubes, leaving only a short bristly stubble. His nutsack was of good size, smooth with no hair at all.When he started peeing, I looked over at him and said, “Gorgeous day isn’t it.”He looks at. She wasn't heartless or anything like that, this is her best friend and husband. But she needs a real man who can satisfy her. Lying was a way of life to her, a way to believe that he was doing a good job. She was stuck with this man for years and had to make the best of it, the hurtful realizing that she would never be properly pleasured. That this man just wasn't putting it down right. Marrying him was a pleasure killer, the only thing he was good for was procreation. Thinking about her.