As said earlier I am Kaushik (28), working in an IT firm with 6’ tall and 70 kg weight. My wife Radhika (25), working in a private bank with 5’5�... tall and 65 kg weight. She is a real beauty with medium complexion. Her stat is 36D-28-36. I am really lucky that I got a wife like her with 36D breast in her 25 years. We have an arrange marriage and our marriage occurred within 3 months. So we didn’t have so much time to know each other before marriage as we both have our own office. But what can I. Just a dream. But what a dream it had been. She could still feel the wonderfully warm pulse of her orgasms flowing through her veins and knew that the wetness between her thighs had nothing to do with her earlier swim in the river. She fell back with a groan and allowed herself a few minutes more to savor the afterglow. Her thoughts tried to go back over the dream but much of it seemed to flit away from her like leaves before an autumn wind. Tantalizingly close but always slipping just beyond. Not without food, water and sleep. After struggling through the forest in the darkness her skirt was torn and marked with mud and grass stains, the right sleeve of her top was ripped where it had caught on a branch and she dared not think what the bruising across her face and her lower arms looked like to anyone who saw her. Her hope had been that if she made it to the city someone would help her, someone would give her some shelter, somewhere to rest and sleep until she could find her own way. He stood then pushed back against the crush."Shut up! Shut Up! SHUT UP!" Anger flowed through him and with it power, he had control. It was like a door slamming shut. He opened his eyes. The people crowding him stood silent and motionless. One remained, alien, machine like, pressing against him. He faced it, hands clenched, knuckles white. He fought it, with his mind pushing against the pressure. It resisted, he pushed harder, and it suddenly folded and was gone. He spun round, the hall burst.