“Thank you very much, but I couldn’t take these!” I exclaimed as I tried to place the bags in her hands.“But they are all for you,” I protes...ed.“You said that you were buying them for your beautiful lady,” she argued.“You are her beautiful lady Maheswari.” I countered.“But I never would have helped you pick out so many things if I knew you were buying them for me.”“Don’t break her heart, please accept them,” I begged.“Please I don’t need all these …”“If you don’t keep them I won’t speak to you. As you can see from my sexually immature ramblings, I really do have the imagination of today's modern teenage schoolgirl, but don't you think that's what makes us exciting, a great body that looks as if it's torn between a boy and a girl, a flat tummy with a girly six pack, a pair of small breasts and hard nipples, and long legs without pubic hair.I guess that's what makes all of us different, that what swims around our girly heads, our imaginations of what men want from us, I know my tight. “Aur batayo sale sahib, Shimla mein life kaisi chal rahi hai? Koi laundia fasayi ya nahin? Sonica keh rahi thee ki mera bhai Vijay bahut handsome hai, bahut sexy hai, usska lund bahut bada hai. To apne bade lund ka kamal dikhaya ya nahin Simla ki ladkion ko?” Jijju ne hanste huye mujh se puchha. Main bokhla gaya.”Jijju essi baat nahin hai. Didi ko kaise pata chala ki mera lund bada hai. Haan ek meri gf hai, lekin maine usske saath kuchh nahin kia. Sali haath hi nahin lagane deti mujhe. Haan ek. Feeling both of their orgasms at once put me over the top, and I felt my seed pump into my wife even as I pulled away from the cock, and the cum dribbled from my mouth across my wife's chest. It was ecstasy, probably the most forcefully I've ever come in my life.I hovered over her for maybe a minute, letting the aftershocks roll through me, feeling the squeezes of my wife's pussy as her own orgasm subsided. Soon we were three, laying side-by-side, panting lightly, bodies throbbing, and heads.