A flashback ran in my head.At 23, after my engineering from Mandya, I worked in Dubai for 3 years and enjoyed life independently. At 26, I returned to...India and married Pavan. We settled later in Bangalore.After marriage, we roamed multiple countries together. Pavan and I enjoyed weekend parties with my husband’s colleagues and their families. Life was fresh and unique daily. I had an unforgettable first 2 years of marriage life – lots of trips traveling to places with a minimum of one trip per. I should have been an encouragement to you and your hidden talents. But I kept on mocking you. Treat me like shit! Come here every day and fuck me! Even make a bimbo like Natasha but just forgive me!”Avi for the first time felt for her. She is still his sister. “Okay, Radhika di! You really seem genuine! I appreciate that! Anyway, I gotta go now! Ghar pahuchna hai late ho raha hai!”Avi then bid goodbye to Radhika but before going he spanked her ass and told her, “See your ass soon my sexy. Upstairs I sat on the bed and drew my son to me, hugging him and cupping his little bottom in both hands. I pressed him against my chest, and he giggled as his face cuddled into the thick hair that covered my chest. I kissed him lovingly on his head, then his cheek, and finally kissed his mouth, lingering in a more than fatherly smooch that let the tip of my tongue reach between his eager, hungry, youthful lips. He gasped when we finally came up for air, and Bobby said, "Wow, Dad! I've never. You tuck away your little secret so neatly that it almost looks like you've got a camel toe. It certainly doesn't look like you've got a cock. At the very least, you've got a little bulge, and that could at most be thought of as a slightly swollen clitoris. You've been to the beach wearing a one-piece swimsuit, and not even once did anyone get the impression that you might actually be a queer crossdresser. They all just thought you were a woman, albeit one with a little bit of a husky.