Varshanuvarshe mi tyaana fakta paandhre dhotar ani var ughade bamba asech baghitle aahe.Atishay dayaalu ani pramanik mhanun tyaanchi khyaati hoti.Tyaa...a mule tashi ushiraach zaaleli.Tyaamule mottha mulga ata 8 veet hota.2 mule ani baayko asa tyaancha chota sukhee parivaar hota.Ashaa bhalyaa maansaala ya tighi ka pakdat aahet he malaa kaahi kale naahi. Aarti sampli ani bhatji kaka mhanale yaa ata ekikine paaya padun ghyaa mi baaher pishvit prasaad thevlaay to deto tumhaala.Maavshi pudhe zaali. Despite yesterday's resolution about my morning grooming, I hurried downstairs again in my bathrobe as soon as I woke, this time at the much more decorous hour of 7:00, to once again see how the cat was doing. He was still asleep as I entered the room, but seemed to sense my presence and almost immediately sat up. He was moving, I saw, much more easily than the pre­vious evening.I walked over and stooped down beside him. "Good morning," I told him with a friendly smile. His own face contorted. But since the subject had come up she saw it as an opportunity asking, ‘What if I was?’ At that point neither of them knew if the other was joking but she was prepared to defend herself since there was nothing in their marriage vows referring to sexual fidelity. Whether it was an oversight or not, technically she was correct. Surprisingly in indifference he said, ‘Just use discretion and make sure you don’t bring any disease home with you.’ He knew women were different than men in their need. With his finger, he began to stroke and probe at the puckered rosebud, not penetrating it, but teasing it. He glanced at the dresser mirror and watched his prick gliding in and out her pussy, glistening with her juices. The sight aroused him even more. He reached down, coated his fingers with her cunt juices, and resumed probing at her small asshole. ‘Oh Brad,’ she moaned softly, ‘that’s the wrong place. The wrong hole.’ Allison pushed back against his hard prick, wriggling her ass as he probed.