That this dam was further away than anything he'd worked on since I was born was a contributing factor to the time he spent away from home."Dad, what ...re you going to do when the John Day dam is done?" I asked."Well, that's a good decade away, more or less, and I hope to be in a position to retire out of the State by then and maybe open my own engineering business. It would mean moving I think."I remembered that dream from my first life. It was one Dad didn't get to realize the first time. The. I feel my cock getting stiff, rubbing against the fabric of the apron. I want to stroke it but I know better. If Alex catches me, hell punish me. As it is, I rarely have access to my wife but he could make it even worse. I cant take the chance. The bell rings. I swing my legs around and slide off the stool, getting my balance more quickly this time and walking down the hallway. I can feel the strain in my calves and thighs, understand why women hate these shoes and why men love them. I feel my. Maine aap ko pichhali story me bataya ki ‘main mere dost ke ghar gaya tha aur wahan maine wahan mere dost pradip aur uski maa bharti rat me chod raha tha”Dusre din jab main subah utha to dekha ki pradip ki maa puri nangi so rahi thi aur pradip unki chut me apna lund dale hue uski maa ki chunchiyon ke bich sir rakh kar so raha tha. Main uski maa ki khubsurati ko nihar raha tha tabhi wahan kuch harkat hui aur main wapis apne khat par let gaya. Pradip ki maa jag gayi thi aur wo apni wasna se bhari. . . .MMMMMAAAAAA”She just managed to cut off the phone as Subhash pressed her throbbing clit hard with his tongue and then flicked it a couple of times. All thoughts of her husband vanished as a surge of liquid heat rushed through her loins over powering all her other senses.He again stopped at the entry of the pussy. By now Zoya’s moans were clearly signifying her desire to get fucked.“You want to get fucked?” Subhash asked in a whisper.Zoya nodded.“Again. Your ‘husband’ has just done that..