Outside . . almost in, not quite . . half the tip . . The only muscles moving for either of us are the involuntary ones, that are spasming with our or...asms . . the climax is so good . . but not what I had in mind. Not what I had planned earlier, not what I craved at the peak of our intimacy. I am filled with relief, but a sense of loss, as well, for what might have been. The rational is mixed with the emotional, and they won't meld, they just swirl. Like the water that flows around us, washing. I removed my pants, shirt and even vest too as it was sweaty and stood in my briefs. I heard the bedroom door open and saw Shilpa at the door opening.I was embarrassed and tried to cover my crotch with my hands and Raman also came out from the bathroom, came close to me and said, “Rajesh when I told Shilpa about your cock she didn’t believe me. Why don’t you show her and let her see it for herself.”“Raman, what are you talking, how can I show my cock to your wife, are you nuts,” I said in a fit. Again Laura peered in at her brother's erect manhood, his strong legs and broad shoulders. For a brief moment an image flashed in her mind of a female figure atop his muscular body, his rod buried deeply in her as she rode his massive thrusts. In her mind she saw the female run her hands through her blonde hair and then cup and pinch her small breasts... She almost gasped aloud when Laura realized she was pinching her own nipples as Shanti's fingers played in her crotch."He's good Laura, look!". Ihated to admit it, but I liked how it matched the script on my apron. Ialso saw what Elise was talking about regarding my brows. Just thatlittle amount of shaping made my eyes look much more feminine and I feltvery pleased with my makeup and appearance. I easily completed my listof chores and had begun to make dinner when I heard Andrea?s car pull inthe driveway. She had asked for me to make London broil with redpotatoes and I knew she?d like the way I had seasoned everything. Eventhough I.