Now here the story started to catch fire. One night I woke up due to some “THUDD” sound from the ground floor. I checked the time and it was 1:00 ...m midnight. I felt very much thirsty so I went down to the kitchen to get a glass of water.While I returned I saw that my cousin Manish was not on the sofa and a few different sounds were coming out from my parent’s bedroom. I thought to hide near the stairs and listen. After listening for a few minutes I knew that some fuck session is going on. They just knew by the way his eyes lit up when he boasted of her.On this summer day, Horatio was busy, as usually, cultivating a farm field. He leads the horses through the field as they harrow the soil. During these monotonous times, Horatio’s mind would drift to his wife, Marie. He would linger on thoughts of passionate love making. As the plow slide into the rich soil, his thoughts were on how he might absorb himself in the beauty of his lovely Marie. His strong hands cupping the. But that was long back in 2009When Hena sat besides me and caught my hand and told Allah ne sirf Aadmi Aurat banaye hai, kyu rishto ki majboori dete hi, apni ichhaye marne ko. I almost fell in love with her and kissed her lips for 5 mins, when door bell rang. It was my wife and children, I told Hena after eleven at night. She went in another room and started watching TV.I opened the door and asked wife to cook tomato soup with dinner. I put crushed sleeping pills in soup bowl of wife and. . Glowing. "Drink!" He called out.She walked by only flashing me the barest grin. It was then my sense of weirdness returned. That chest wasn't my wife's. It was too perfect, too big. There was no possible hint of stuffing, yet those were D cups, possibly bigger and my wife had slightly drooping A cups...When she bent over to pore him some wine the ass revealed by the raise of her dress confirmed it. I loved my wife's ass, but it was admittedly getting a bit loose with a touch of cellulite..