A year later the brass knobs on the doors have grown dusty and our cradle has yet to be rocked. Sandwiched between the stucco covered drywall and my ...ife’s embrace, I stare at a picture of a pheasant flying over a field of wheat. The picture hangs over our cradle. On, Lynn’s side of the bed is a little white nightstand with our coffeemaker on top. Just outside of our bedroom is the bathroom, our bathroom centers around the blue linoleum floor and a off blue counter and strange royal blue sink. I hope tumhe ye pasand aayega aur tum log enjoy karoge agar aapko story pasand aaye to aap mujhe mail kar sakte hai my mail id is Aur koi bhi ladki ya aunty mujhse friendship karna chahati ho to most welcome ab mai story start karta hu aap sab log mere baare me to jante hi hoge mai aapko meri gf ke baare me batata hu her name is Pooja wo Pune ki hi rahane wali hai 6 month se wo meri gf hai bt hamare bich kuchh nahiHua tha bs kissing hui thi wo dikhne me bahot sundar hai uska figure 34-30-32 hai. I wasn’t sure where to look. By now I thought I knew that she was coming on to me, but still wasn’t sure. After all, she exercised her exposure with such innocence that I believed somehow that she was unaware of the effect she was creating. Once again I had seen her panty-clad snatch in all its glory -practically in slow-motion - as I registered the tightness of the stretch-nylon fabric over her flat tummy, the cotton gusset delicately tugging into her pussy lips, the pastel-blue lace border. Irene did not say anything, but her putting her hand on her mouth was enough. Irene is not foreign to the possibility that I have a small penis. She was part of that group I served drinks on after I shoved snow during the winter. But she has not been vocal about my "tiny problem" as far as Cristina knows. Later that morning, Irene left the house. And Cristina and I got the chance to talk. "I think it's time to make a move" she said. "You think so?" I replied. "It's now or never. Last night, she.