Do you mind going out so that I could feed him?”“What’s the problem in feeding him in front of me, Bhabhi? After all, Brother-in-law is also a y...unger kid.”“Hahaha, very funny. But now, my brother-in-law is quite grown-up who makes his wife moan like hell,” I couldn’t control the secret and laugh out hard.“When did you hear her?” Harish didn’t expect such a reply.“Last night. I got up to drink water. But, the bottle was empty. So I had to go to the kitchen. While going, I heard her moans. I. “Oh, THAT’S why...”Yes, almost every night. We take breaks for a few days when she’s on her period, even though Nikki says ‘Why not? It washes right off!’ and on the occasions where we find ourselves geographically separated. But aside from those occasions – EVERY NIGHT. Sometimes we find times during the day, too. Or at random spots in the schedule.Never. No man has the right to be this lucky.Aftermath. Simple, loving ennui.“Gonna be sticky.” She wiggled against me.. “Like what? Aiming it for me? I think I can manage.” I laughed, sticking my tongue out at her.“Aww ... spoilsport.” she laughed, then her expression changed to something softer. “Come on, let me pick out a shirt for you to wear while you ... handle things.”Before I got hurt, I never really considered the mechanics of a visit to the bathroom, but now that I couldn’t stand and only had one arm, things were a lot more difficult. If it hadn’t been for my exercise regimen, I would still be using a. Elaines moaning gets louder as she increases the tempo grasping her hips and plunging the cock into her. By now I am strumming my clit as fast as I can, imagining the object fucking me, my orgasm rushes through me as Elaines does also as she collapses her head to the floor allowing Miss Jackson to bury her cock deeper into her. As she recovers her breathing Miss Jackson suddenly remembers I am still in the room and withdrawing the wet sticky penis from Elaine she clambers off the bed..