I swapped my life in trade for her love and devotion. That commitment with me is stronger than any steel bars. I am not some romantic idiot, far from ...hat sort am I. Marriage is something I take seriously. It wasn't about love on my side more an act of rational judgment. Doris, my wife, is the romantic, perhaps that is the problem an ancient incompatibility finally coming to light.Here I am with my wife's iPhone at 2 a.m. in the little downstairs study we normally share. I borrowed the phone. "Hi," she said, sucking her lips and looking so brave."Hi Kimmie." The man knelt down a little. "How old are you?"And so it went. I'd stay there for a little while, doing whatever I could to sell Kimmie, but she practically sold herself. I just made sure there were no awkward silences, no opportunities for the couple to look around at anyone else. I told little stories about Kimmie and how she was smart and funny, and the best little girl in the whole world. But I didn't have to say too much. Its been 4-5 months I was jerking off thinking about that moment only and did not got any other chance , but one day neary around january 5th my parents decided to go on a tour to shimla but I said no because I do not like mountains ,but asked them to go and said that I will stay at mamiji’s house, they said ok, I got excited I thought maybe now I could get a chance to fuck my sis , they leave the house at 5pm and leave me at mamiji house , my sis was happy as she thought we would watch movies. He had already remarried before and my stepmom was pregnant. Although my father was rich, he had taken a very big loan. And when he died, it took everything he earned for us to repay it. We had no money or source of income. That time my uncle helped us. He had a chain of hotels all over the state. So, he asked my mom to handle the one in our city so that we can survive with the money earned. My stepmom agreed. Since then we have been handling his hotels across the city.This went on until I.