Grief for my dead wife filled me, transforming in to lustful longing for my sweet baby girl.Another guard unlocked her cell and she walked to me with ... predatory grace, hooking her arm around mine. Warmth flushed through me. "Let us depart," she purred. I nodded, and let her lead me away.They were bringing in another prisoner whose eyes lit up when he saw my daughter. He was a big guy, arms covered in tattoos, head shaved bald. "My Goddess! You got to help me!" he pleaded.We walked past him. My. Tripti, my sweet wife, got a project in a different city and moved out. We started meeting on weekends, taking turns to travel. But our sexual appetite was never satisfied.We were horny all the time because Tripti is just 25, and I’m 26. The stats of my young wife are 36C bust, 26 waist, and 36 hips. Combined with her 5’6” height and golden-yellow complexion, she’s one exquisite babe.She used to keep her butt-length hair in a neat bun. She covered her sexy figure with clothes from head to toe.. I noticed how the shift she was wearing floated up from her legs. The leotard she wore underneath clung to her body like a coat of paint. And I was sure she was making sure that I could see the bulge and what a bulge. Coming over to me, the stage made it where I was looking up to her. She allowed me to place the dollar in the waistband on the leotards. Then grabbed my hand and held it against the bulge. Of course I took a real feel she was hung. Which was a striking contrast to the feminine. The good news is the twins stayed in place without a lot of jiggling. Itook one last look in the mirror and did a little sexy twirl. I couldjust imagine Steve taking one look at me and...NO! I can't go out halfnaked. What am I thinking? I slipped on one of my oversized tees andthen before I could second guess the leggings I ran out the door.This should be interesting.Chapter 10MeetingEven though the twins were locked in place, there still wound up being afair amount of jiggling. It wouldn't.