Finally I came up with a ploy to get rid of him. "I really should get going,I made my excuse, praying that my true voice wouldn't show through this...girlish facade. "My boyfriend is waiting for me. We're going to a costume party thrown by a friend,"Id added that last part as an afterthought, although it wasn't really very believable. Who threw a costume party except at Halloween?I scuttled away , skirt swishing as I walked and thinking, damn it, how did women get used to that? It. From the start I'd told Mary that I didn't want kids. She agreed at the time, wholeheartedly. When we wed I was twenty five and she was twenty one.About three years later she started talking about kids. But I held my ground. In fact, I had gotten a vasectomy and she was aware of it. When I mentioned that, she claimed that microsurgery could reverse it (for only $10,000!)I felt betrayed because she had agreed not to have children. The subject had caused quite a few arguments over the years but. Maine suna Nisha aunty use bol rahi thi. “Sujit mere pati ko pata chala toh dikkat ho jayegi.” Woh bola aunty kaise pata chalega unhe. Ye bolke usne unhe lip kiss di. Woh dheere dheere unhe kiss kar raha tha par woh thoda ghabra rahi thi. Woh boli Raj aur bache uth gaye toh. Woh bola woh so rahe hain.Ye bol kar usne kaha chahiye to check kar leta hu. Woh mere room ki taraf aane laga tabhi maine use aata dekh wahan room mein sone ki acting karne laga. Pehle socha ki use roku ye sab karne se. Par. Long streamers of cum hung from her lips and chin, matching those that dangled precariously from the erect tips of her perky nipples. A steady stream of slippery goo trailed through her cleavage, creeping its way down towards her firm, naked belly. Her blonde hair was matted and in sticky tangles. She swallowed and then wiped her lips with the back of her hand, succeeding only in spreading the sticky lather of stallion cum to the few remaining untouched spots on her pretty face. I braced.