Then she relieved her mind. “He’s not a bad man, he don’t get drunk, and we don’t quarrel; but I don’t care for him, and never did.” “Ah... you lost your young man, and thought you would be fucked by some one.” “I did not think at all about it, but in a sort of spiteful fit, when he asked me to marry him, I said yes. I didn’t think about his not doing it to me much, till a woman asked me how I liked it, and how often he did it; but I told her he did it a lot. Then I talked, and found men did it. Or nechay a gaya .nechay aya to sab log sofay par bhathay hoay main be side walay sofay par bhath gaya . dad nay mom ko bola chalo aaj phir candle dinner kartay hain mom orAunti ,tabel pay diner fix karny lag pare edhar didi or mare eyes main eyes thi aik dosray main hum khoya hoay thay . mom ki awaz aye to hum sab table pay chalay gay . table pay mare or didi ki chair saath saath thi , didi nay apna lift hand mare thigh pay rakha or phir slowly slowly mare thigh pay apna haath masalte rahi ,. The other, just the fingertips, to the skin between them. She brushed the nails of her fingertips down the middle of her breasts and then down the middle of her tummy. She moved her other hand to feel the curve of her hip, then down the side of her thigh to the stocking clingly gently around her leg. Her own touch excited her and the vision before her made her feel sexy. Valerie's hand moved to her silk panties and slid down the front of them. She ever so slightly tickled the trimmed triangle. "I blushed. I did want it. He knew what was going on deep on the inside of me. I felt so exposed to have someone seem to know me so completely. I reached up and pulled at the sash. In a moment, the sash opened. His robe fell apart in the front, revealing the big cock that I had been kissing just short minutes before. I could still see traces of my lip stick all over it."Baby, this is the moment of truth for you. Are you a wifely kind of girl who enjoys making love to her big stud husband, or.