To mani unka hath pakad ke kha ki bas ek our baat plz plz kahata hi raha to o boli ki thik hai par gandi baat nahi puchne ka phir be mane thoda dhire ...e pucha ki kay aap muze sirf ek bar boobs ko haat lagane dege kay? Sirf ek bar. To o muzpar gusa ho ke boli ki tum bahot hi besaram ho ja rahe ho tumhari baat bahya se karni padegi. Ye kehakar wahase chali gai par usene kabhi nahi bhahi ko ye baat batayi. To muze our thoda courage aa gaya our fir se mani unko manane ke liye puch ta hi rah to o. "Zara tere choochiyon ka doodh peeke tau dekhoon (Let me taste the milk of your breasts)," I said."Nahin, nahin (No, no)," she protested.Ignoring her protest and one by one I took her nipples in my mouth and sucked them. I kept a close watch on her reaction. Her protests became weaker and then stopped. She closed her eyes."Oh Sahebji," she moaned with pleasure.She was clenching and unclenching her fist. Her breath was coming in short gasps. Her legs parted. Suddenly her back arched upwards and. ”I turned off the TV. “You now have a choice to make. Tomorrow, I have an appointment with a divorce lawyer. I called him today asking him to prepare two documents. One is a petition for divorce.” Jenny called out, “No!” crying louder. “The second is a post-nuptial agreement that you will have to sign if I agree to continue in our marriage.”“I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever you ask me. I don’t want a divorce.”“Don’t be so quick to agree, Jenny. You are going to have to agree to certain. On the kitchen floor Ramu’s wife Shanta was lying with her saree buncehd in her waist. Her blouse and brasisere were lying next to ehr. My FIL was riding her like a stallion. His thin buttocks were moving liky a piston while shant’s thighs were wrapped around his middle. He was pressing her breasts and kissing their nipples. Ic ould see his llund going inside Shant’s hairy cunt and my eyes widened. My fil’s lund was almost 9″ and thicker than my wrist. No wonder the poor Shanta was crying with.