This is the story of us and why I am his...My husband does what I call “flexing”. He laughs when I use this term. In general, it is that look of r...straint he gets right before he is about to pulverize someone either mentally or physically. But that’s not what it means when his focus is on me. It too is a form of restraint. But, this form of restraint makes me weak and my pussy salivate.Of course, he is oblivious to this fact. He doesn’t see this tell that does so much to me. What I see is the. Erin’s shirt was off as was her bra, leaving only her schoolgirl skirt, panties and long socks which she’d put on to seduce him as soon as I’d left. Pete was sitting on the sofa, his shirt gone but jeans still on, with Erin sitting in his lap with her back to him. Pete froze when I entered but I smiled and assured him that it was okay. I ducked into our room and grabbed our video camera and, with the help of the booze, he forgot all about my presence. Pete resumed rubbing his hands all over. I don’t even want to think about what that would do to her. It scares me to death.”“You really think that she is pregnant?”“Lynn, I can’t explain it. That night something felt really different. When you and I and Erin make love, there has always been a special connection. But that one time with Erin, it was like my cock reached a place it had never been and touched something special. Yeah, I know she is pregnant.”We got into the giant bed that seemed so much bigger without Erin. Lynn was still. I started going back to the shop and maaji also moved in with us to Bhubaneswar as someone had to take care of Rani.My interactions with maaji increased as most of the time Rani used to take rest and all work was done by maaji. She used to prepare food, serve me dinner, etc.I used to take her to buy groceries, vegetables, and usual household stuff. We started getting closer. I never missed an opportunity to hold her hands when crossing the roads on busy streets and she started enjoying it.We.