The next night and every night after my husband repeated that ritual, the only change was the weekends when he was off. Then he just drank more.The ne...t night I was still feeling angry and ashamed but I still wasn’t totally sure about my son either. So, at bedtime when it was apparent that we were going to have to carry him again I got dressed, this time I put on panties, I was not so far gone as to want to show him that for gods sake. But I also tied my robe up and this time pulled it open. From what she could see China was going to be a major player in the future, so that needed some consideration, and there were some interesting things happening there with more likely to come. Her talent for languages made it seemed like she ought to be able to pick up the language, at least the spoken part – the written part looked like a major headache and would be a real challenge. It probably wasn't something she would want to major in, but it had the potential to be a strong minor,. According to my memories, my aunt turned my side and started to wash my penis a lot. Trust me guys the feeling came natural to me, the reaction was just a moan, till date I still wonder if my aunt did it with some intensions. The feeling was different; I felt something in my teeths and a shiver in my body. She just covered her hands across my penis and was washing it with soap, but my penis never rose up, but the feeling I had was awesome I just closed my eyes. My aunt did it for 2 minutes and. “Oh, Fahima, yes, yes, I'm going to pump so much futa-cum in you. I might breed you.”“Oh, Allah, yes!” Fahima moaned, her pussy clenching around my girl-dick.“Fahima!” gasped Rizwana. “Don't say that.”“She just feels so good!” groaned Fahima. “Oh, my sister-wife, you have to experience this, too. You have to feel her girl-dick in you. She's so huge. She dwarfs our husband. It's incredible.”“But... but... we need his permission.” The woman licked her lips, her cheeks flushed.I smiled at her,.