"Is that all?" He was goingto make me beg for it.There was an uncomfortable silence. I thought of mygirlfriend and said it, "Would you like to fuck my...irlfriend tonight? Please." He grinned an evil grin. "See that wasn't so hard was it?I knew you were one of those, I could just tell," he saidmaking a gesture with his thumb and finger of an inch ortwo, implying I had a small dick. He shook my hand andsaid, "I haven't screwed for a week, so I'll have a niceload to blow inside her tonight."I. “Stop!” Her voice now cowering behind her palm.Well this, this is definitely my wife, not the person I just had sex with, I thought, and definitely not the one who let herself get fondled by her uncle.I still didn’t know if that part was true, but a stirring persuaded me to believe.—————-On the next day, I woke up to an empty house.A clean, chilly wind ever creeping through the sliding balcony door, usually kept me from sound sleep (and that was only when I. .Ayyo avna na fever ga vundae naenu ranuaemo antu na chelli kitchen vachindi vallaki water evvadanki vallu kuda na chelli tho pattu kitchen vipu vasthu na room lo vunna flowers ne chusaru antae rani enni flowers aem chesukuntavae e sweets aentae asalu aem jarguthundae ekkada intlo aevaru leru annav kada mari evvani aendukae ani danni adagatam moddalu pettaru dani tho adi aem cheppala lo telava ka atu ettu chusthundu apudae puspa vachi osey denni pirralu kasta vubbai ae chudu antu madhu ki. The Graveet, a pragmatic people, didn’t leave their pregnancy and childbirth up to just anyone, but rather chose their genetically best suited females to carry the burden of repopulating their culture. These women, chosen for their beauty, intelligence, and aptitude, were constantly pregnant with multiple babies, birthing one set only to be inseminated again as soon as possible. We traditionally would recoil at the thought of this; these women subjected to a breeding-stock lifestyle, but had.