My husband got a vague idea to quench his drinking habits. When I came home as I was recovering for last one month, he came home with another girl say...ng that she is going to be his wife and I would be his second wife.One fine day, he asked me to get ready and said let us go to Temple. When I sat on the bullock cart and the bullock cart moved to a different direction and I was surprised to see that we were entering village sarpanch house. Village sarpanch’s wife had gone for delivery and my. On the seventh day out Roth was on his hands and knees polishing the heads of nails on the decking where the captain liked to strut. He said, ‘Barometer’s dropping capt’n.’ ‘What’s a barometer – we don’t have one?’ ‘Storm’s coming from sou-sou-east.’ ‘What direction is that?’ Roth pointed. ‘That’s where the only sunny patch is. Stop wasting my time.’ ‘As you say capt’n. May I polish your boots while I’m doing this?’ ‘Why not? You have a fine ass young man.’ When Roth had finished licking and. ”This would be his fourth of the afternoon and the effects of the first three had not worn off. Jessica knew she could call Larry’s name without fear of buzzkill.She replied, “It’s my lucky day. I am all clean after Larry’s fucking, but nobody can lick my cunt like you do. Please, though, let’s kiss like teenagers, love my tits like you did to your college girls, and then use your magic on my pussy.”Off came her husband’s robe to expose that love-pole again.She was wowed, 'Jesus! That damn. His eyes fixed on her creamy skin as it flexed beneath him, and the matted but vibrant shock of chestnut hair that graced her crown and flowed over the curves of her shoulders, just shy of her heaving breasts. ‘I don’t want to die today, Huntsman,’ she pleaded, his plans obviously not clear to her but her desperation was clear to him. She looked up into his eyes, her still rimmed with red and moist from sorrow. ‘I ask you again, if you’ll partake of me, to slide up into my loving womb, perhaps.