She had begun to dress very sexy, very revealing for her black lover. I now knew why her new dresses were so short and most of her blouses were sheer... when going out Friday nights. She stopped wearing bras and I noticed that she had a collection of garter belts and sheer stockings and lace panties.I sucked her clit giving her an orgasm as she squirmed and pulled my head tight to her groin. I asked, “You had more cum in your panties tonight, more than usual. How much cum did he pump into you?”. I'm going to take a nap.'Nope. You are going to teach us to shoot.''AAARRRGGGHHH!!!''He whimpers nicely.''He's a big baby.'I stirred my stumps.I found the crate with the Italian rifles.What?I didn't want to use the toy guns!Plastic and die cast?Reliable? Don't give me that.They rely on hot explosive gases to thump the bolt back. Besides, they're a bitch to clean. And they're too damn loud!I unbolted the crate, took out six BM 59's, 12 spare mags, 4 cleaning kits, the armorers kit and 10 or so. This Rishi was different. A wild sexual animal. The moment we reached the bedroom, he threw me on the bed. And due to the movement, the yellow thread we south Indian women wear our mangalstura in got snapped. He took it and wrapped it around his cock and mounted me.In one violent thrust, he was deep inside me with the mangalsutra dangling between our genitals, a symbol of my marriage being fucked by a passionate lover. It lolled back and forth like the limp impotent cock of my stupid husband,. My dad is a sex manic, I saw him ogle at many of aunties in my locality. He also had a crush on our neighbour aunty RadhaAnd I saw him flirting with her (I saw inbox of his mobile, messaging sexy things with her which my mom doesn’t know as she is an orthodox women) link will open in a new tabI also saw Radha aunty talking with him in a secluded place many times. I will tell their romance story in next episode.Most of the nights I used to hear noise in my parents’ bedroom and I used to peep in.