Is this all a cruel dream? Is all this happening in my head alone? Am I going crazy? Have I already gone crazy? Was my dear wife sexually abused by a ...lack man or was it merely my imagination gone wild? And did she enjoy it? Or is that imagined as well? Is it some cruel hoax being played on me? Or am I the one doing the playing?Ken shook his head and tried to make some sense of all that had happened. The more he thought, the more inconsistencies seemed to arise. The more threads seemed to come. Most of the wet puddle soaking into the rug beneath the pair was from her. The chosen man expended himself into her once more, and it took everything she had not to suck him completely out. His body would be too difficult to hide with everyone around, but he would be skinnier. Sex was a risk, but a dead, shriveled body was too far across the line. Pulling out, he mumbled a “thank you” and left her for other things. She cast a sealing spell on him, keeping him from telling anybody about the nun. ME : oh so what ? i fucking you and shoba you are my own chachi and he is fucking his own bhabhi whats wrong in that ? let them enjoy.JYOTHI : its not like that darling, after some time i came back to my room and watching from there and same time raju came back from market and he watched his brother fucking his wife and he dint say anything.ME : oh really ? they must be having good understanding,,,, hmm ok tell me how he is fucking ? JYOTHI : I have seen his body many times, he is really strong. She went into the bathroom, and began fingering herself through her panties. She got them good and wet with her pussy juice, and then took them off and laid them out on the sink. She attached a little sticky note to them that read, "Use as you like, but put them in the medicine cabinet when you are done." He seemed to be in there for a bit longer than it would take to piss, so we knew it was working. A little while later, my wife returned to the bathroom. She found the panties in the medicine.