Wo dikhne me bahut hi khubsurat thi gora rang5’6” ki height figr 36 30 42 ka (jo maine bad me pucha)bal kate hue (boy cut).hoth bahut hi ras bhara...hua.us din pata chala ki pichli bar jab mai nahi pahuch paya tha to usne gussa ho kar shadi kar li thi ye bat bhi usne batai wo apne husband se khush nahi h.uski train ka time ho chka tha hum ak sath ak suhani sham gujar kar wapas ho rahe the.man me santosh lie. Kahani to ab shuru hoti h yaro,man me pyar bhara ak lamha to ji hi chuke the.wo wapas. "You are the first thought I have each day when I wake, you are the last thought I have before I sleep, you are every thought in between and you are the dreams I dream. I am filled with you. Let me forever belong to you, not only as your protector, your teacher, your lover, but as your husband. I want the rest of my life to be filled with you and the love that we share. Let it grow, and deepen and make us one. I am yours now and forever. And we are our own."Her lips parted as she silently. ”My wife asked, “Rock, paper, scissors?”The other two agreed and started smacking one fist into the other. I had seen them do this on many occasions.When they revealed their choices my wife said, “Rock breaks scissors, Angel you’re out.”My mother-in-law said, “And paper covers rock, you are out too Julia. It looks like Mommy wins for a change.”For a brief moment I actually thought that I might get to fuck my mother-in-law. However, moments later she laughed and told my wife to go fix it.We went. It felt so good, the tickle of the air on her sensitive tips, the heavy, rhythmic thud of her breasts against one another. Too scared to touch herself on the clitoris for fear of the shuddering climax which might overwhelm her in an instant, she writhed her hips and thighs, hands by her side on the blanket, breasts swaying and jostling and striving towards the ceiling above her in the night air. The orgasm crept up on her, a tingle emanating from her nipples as they finally stiffened and popped.