Pher ami aar Subhash amader bara gulo boudeer guud aar mukhe theke bar kore nilam. Boudee uthe bose amar bara ta hathe dhore mukhe pure nilo aar chush... chushe porishakar kore dilo. Ami boudee ke jigesh korlam, “boudee amar chodon khete kemon laglo? Tumi aram peyecho to?” Sapna boudee amar netano bara ta hathe niye mundee ta khulte aar bondo korte korte bollo, “khuub bhalo chudle tumi amake. Ami tomar barar chodon kheye dhonno hoye giyechee. Ami aajke janlam je lomba aar mota barar chodon khete. .. Now I don't have to feel ashamed about it, do I?”“A slut never feels ashamed about pleasing a man,” I commanded. “Especially her son.”A shudder ran through her as just a slight tingle raced through my thoughts. I banished any guilt from her. She ripped down my jeans with such eagerness to be my whore. I groaned as my boxers came next. My dick flopped out hard before her.“Mmm, you got your father's size,” she cooed, grabbing my dick.“Were you his slut?” I asked.“Just his wife,” she moaned.. After, we both laid there in silence, holding hands, and I didn't wake again until morning.I pushed through several hours of drudgery the next morning at work before I had time to call Sinne's cell phone.It rang six times, but I persisted. I really needed to talk to her since last night.Finally she answered the phone clicked, and a very distracted Sinne answered with, "Yeah?" What the heck did you tell her to do?" I blurted out. "That was incredible!"An abrupt chuckle lay on the other side of. Jim held her hand firmly, and spoke softly, as if he was afraid she would suddenly run away. "It seems we are at a loss for words. How may I help make you more comfortable?" Knowing she must look frightful Beverly started to pull her hand away and laid the flowers on the table. She was acutely aware her wet hair was now dripping on the floor and her breasts were even more exposed by his lifting of her hand. Jim would not let go. Instead of releasing her hand he completely closed the space.