” I said ... with my right hand up ... as if I was in court and swearing to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. And I was ......and pretty proud of it.“My hero!” that was from 29 women and girls.That might not be true ... was I noble of mind and purpose? No.Courageous? Not a bit ... I was scared pissless.Selflessness? Nope ... well maybe ... nope. I was in it to fuck with my brother’s head. I was positive ... I mean absolutely certain ... he was full of shit. Then IT. He raised himself on his elbows to see where his dhoti lay and was surprised to see that it was no longer on the floor where he had whipped it off in frenzy. It was well folded and placed on the chest of drawers. The stack of clothes which was previously there, which he and Binita had messed up and soaked with her juices, was also missing. The Thakur tensed a bit. Surely someone had come in and cleared up things a bit and had that person noticed him lying in this state on the bed. And what. She doesn’t usually like me to play with her too much when she’s on her period, but is very happy to give long slow blow job and it doesn’t stop her from being affectionate in every other way. I stress this is her not me, she uses a moon-cup, so everything is clean etc but usually it’s strictly no touch down there. “Oh well what do you have in mind?” I asked. “well … I had a long lunch, would you like me to tell you about that” she purred back, “I’m afraid that it an interview for work, so. Her hair still all messed up which I always found terribly sexy as it also looks like that just fucked look too. It was just after that when the day drastically changed. It started with me watching my wife step over the gate to the living room. Nothing too dramatic except I noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties. Which was odd cause they were on when I had gotten out of bed this morning. She walked over and moved my paper to the side and plopped down on my lap,“Good afternoon honey” she said.