Those stories were immensely liked by many ladies, probably because they might have found the concept exciting and the idea of being treated like a qu...en by many husbands, with no household chores and enjoy being heads of matriarchal society must have appealed to them. If you wish to read first two parts, please type “Pratyusha’s polygamy village’ in search. On the request of many, especially Pratyusha, I am writing this sequel. You may be interested to know that Pratyusha is, in a way, living. ”“Okay.”“Do you have any questions? About Michael that is.”“Yeah, umm, okay, how did you meet him?” It seemed the obvious place to start.“Last year, on the dating agency like you. I’d dated a few guys on there before I met Michael.” I was dying to ask what happened to her husband but couldn’t muster the courage to ask.“Are you, is it, how old are you?” I really didn’t know what to ask, I wished that I had had some warning, so I could have prepared something.“I’m fifty next month. And. " Getting both families together soon was voted on and passed unanimously.At that point I noticed Carol looking at me tenderly. I smiled at her and she said, "Daddy, I need you. Please hold me, please make love to me. I want my daddy."Mel almost cried, the tears welled up in her eyes as she said, "Oh Carol, I was feeling the same thing."The shifting of bodies, the tender kisses, the touching and loving, and then both James and I mounted our own daughters for that special love not available with. " Eh, no problem," Miranda assured her, setting down the mostly empty container on the counter and trying to belch as quietly as she could into her hand, "I can be there in less than five." Great!" exclaimed Nurse Joy, unaware that the cell phone was already lying on the island counter next to the orange juice, slowly spinning in place as Miranda hurried out the front door... It wasn't the first time Miranda had wished her glasses were photosensitive as the wind stung her eyes into tearing up,.