Her eyes glistened with excitement. She watched me watching and pleasured us both with her performance. I floated in a mini ecstasy, waiting to see wh...t would happen next. Part of me wanted him to cum... to see him losing himself to her talented mouth... to see his cum pouring out over her breasts and down her body. But I didn't want it to end. I didn't want the dream to be over. I wanted more. I wanted to see him fuck her. I wanted to fuck her. As if sensing my thoughts, my dream wife lifted. It would be different if we were still little kids, but if we were, we wouldn't want to do it. I never did until just recently." Really? How recently?" I don't know. Probably since my birthday." This birthday? Your fourteenth?" Yeah. I guess I was slow to start thinking about those things." I'll say. About three years slow. Girls start talking about boys, and all of that kind of thing, at about ten or eleven. We have pretend weddings, and play housewife and mother from about the time when we're. She was on the platform and my eyes couldn’t help but catch her. There she was standing 5’6 tall with the color of milk, carrying the figure of 34-28-34. We boarded the train and dint have a chance to talk so we slept then on respective berths.Next day we reached Delhi and had a bus to haridwar from there. We sat in the bus and during our journey we had a little conversation, Enough to know each other. Then we reached haridwar to our hotel and as I entered the bed, i realized that its the soft. Looking around, it’s hard to tell where it’s coming from, all Rain knows is these servers are all female.. and cute. Not just attractive, but soft looking themselves.With a small shrug, she decides to accept the impromptu feeding, leaning back and undoing her shorts button and resting her hands on her huge gut. It didn’t take long for her to belly to start rounding out in the familiar way it would when it starts to get full. Except full for Rain didn’t truly mean full until she’s well and truly.