“Tell the guard ur here to see Andrews, he knows I’m having a guest.”Sure enough, the gate was opened. I drove up a long, steep curving road thr...ugh several stands of trees until I found his number on a stone pillar by a driveway paved with bricks. I turned in, and found myself again among huge trees, their branches arching over the road.Finally, the trees ended and I saw the house.My jaw dropped. It wasn’t the biggest house I’d ever seen, but it might have been the most beautiful: Immaculate. She called me a worthless piece of shit with a pencil dick. She told me her date was a real man with a man's size cock. Her date was enjoying the show. As my wife continued her verbal assault I started to get a hard-on. Her lover joined in and called me a queer for getting so turned on seeing another man naked. My wife continued to berate me and told me how her lover had already fucked her three times tonight, but she wanted a fourth screwing. Her date said he needed a little help getting it up. Aur apne haathon pe thook kar, woh thook bhare haathon se, apna lund pakad kar, hilane lag te hain.Wahan, bedroom mein, Babuji apne haath Daya ke dono kandhon pe rakh te hain, aur dhakka dete hain. Daya apne aap, khud ke ghuntnon pe jaati hai.Babuji: Bahu. Tu jaanti hai ab tujhe kya karna hai.Hawas ki bhooki Daya, kuch jawab nahi deti. Sirf apne Babuji ka kurta, unke pet ke upar kar ke, apne bheege honth unke lingam ke paas laati hai. Jetha ka mooh khula ka khula reh jaata hai ascharya. ’ ‘NO! Go away! Leave me alone!’ I screamed at the closed door. I heard him moving around the apartment. ‘What if he’s packing up?’ I thought. ‘Do you really want that?’ And, just as suddenly as the rage, depression, sorrow had come on, a feeling of tenderness and affection for Tucker swept through me. ‘What the hell is happening to me?’ I thought. ‘Am I losing my mind? One minute I hate him, next I love him!’ I unlocked the door and came out of the bathroom. Tucker was working with some fine.