(bhabi ki shadi ko saal howa hai aur un ka bacha nahi hai.) MAIN NAY un ko utha ker undar lay giya ur un ko un k bad per lita ker un l uper lait ker k...ss kernay laga. Phir hum dono ek dosray k uper nechay honay lagay phir us nay kha k appnay kapray utar do main nay appni kamiz utari tu usnay kha ab tum mari kamiz utaro main nay us ki kamiz utari tu main tu us k mamay dakh ker hiran ho gaya jo 34d thay main nay us ko paker ker chomna shor ker diya main nay us k pait aur us k mamay barezer main. You really get off on Stewart’s brand of loving, so I’ll bet the thought of taking on five Stewarts is making your panties wet.’ I grinned at him. ‘No chance I’d be that lucky. Anyway, like I said this is a limited time offer and I’d really like to join her.’ ‘I gather I’m not invited.’ I kissed him and said, ‘Sorry, honey. It’ll just be Claire and me and five horny, black guys.’ ‘Shit, I’d really like to see that–be a fly on the wall or something–but I couldn’t if I wanted to. I haven’t had. I, of course, had a hard time not staring at her chest too, at least at first, but as we talked and laughed I found a warm, bright, young woman. She became more than just a pair of tits. (Did I really ever think that? Yeah, I guess I did. Shame on me!) Simone wanted to work for a few years, save enough to go to college, and maybe go into the healthcare industry. College — and saving the money for it — were her most important goals. She wanted to be out of college before she was 27. It was. She should be the one eating the god-damned whole-grain pretzels and Girl Scout cookies. She should be home with me, in our bed, making love slowly, fucking wildly, or giggling as I play connect-the-freckles with my fingertips, lips, and tongue. She should be in my car, singing along, not entirely on-key, with some cheery tune blaring from the radio. She should be sitting sideways on one end of our couch, her long denim-clad legs extended, with her always-cold feet tucked in beneath my leg,.