My wife, Gwen, and I were hoping to initiate Leslie when she graduated from high school. Her own sexual propinquities had caused me to move up the ini...iation. I told Leslie to stay where she was and went downstairs to find Gwen. "Sweet cakes we have a bonus anniversary gift. Go upstairs and take Leslie to the bathroom. She'll do whatever you say. Clean her up. She has basketball jizz all over her little body."Gwen just grinned. She was my little slut from way back. Off to the den she went. To. You have a red blouse? If you don't, I can loan you one." No, Betsy. You be naughty on your own time." Think about it." No." Don't say no, just think about it."Okay," Sandra laughed. "I'll think about it."She did think about it, but she wasn't going. Betsy kept glancing at her with an odd smile throughout the afternoon, but she ignored her, or at least tried to.Friday afternoon, Betsy reminded her. "And if you're not interested in my Mark, maybe you'd like to spend some time with me and Henry.". It wasn't a wet dream, it had happened. He wanted to scream. He was really not ready for this. Never in his wildest imaginings had he ever conjured up such an unacceptable and deplorable scenario.He slid out of bed without disturbing Britney and took a very long shower. He still felt dirty when he finished. He went to the kitchen, started the coffee and tried to make sense of what happened the night before. He added a heavy shot of bourbon to his coffee and went into his office. He picked up. Itna khush ki bata nahi sakta.” (Congratulations, bro, I am so happy for you, I can’t explain it in words.) I said.“Haan bhai pata hai, shukriya.” (I know, my brother, thank you.)I wanted to congratulate her too, but I was unsure about her reply and reactions. I knew she would not be so welcoming. So I decided to say nothing to her.“Main hamare pados wale didi ko bol raha tha ki ise le jao doctor ke pass. Par ye boli ki mujhe kisi pe bharosa nahi hai. Main Pratikji ke sath hi jaungi, isliye.