Ya kabhi-2 fursat me vahi beth bhi jante he.Yaha do jamaur aamke purane ghane ped lage he jis karan yaha kafi thandak aur chaya bani rahti he. Aisa na...hi he ki yah khula pan keval meri maa aur baheno tak hi simit he, hamare papa bhi jitni der tak ghar me rahte he usme jyadatar tak to vah keval apni V-shape jocky hi pahanate he, mene unhe kabhi bhi ghar me kamar ke upar kuchh pahane nahi dekha,matlab sirf underwear aur usme se unka tana hua ling bada hi ajib sa lagtatha, jitne din papa ghar me. How ya doin', Bets?" "Uh...fine, I think. How are YOU?" "Actually," Ron began, taking a bite of a chicken leg, "I was feeling really weird, but now I'm feeling much better." "I...I see," Betty said, staring at the empty plates. "Oh, hey, you want something?" Ron said, motioning to the food. "No, no thanks." "Aw, com'on... have something," she said shoving a steak sandwich in Betty's face. "No!" yelled Betty. "I mean, no, I've...already eaten." "Hey," Ron said, eyes lighting up," I know! How. But you know I would love to suck and taste your cock, it's beautiful." She assured me with a sexy tone.I put a finger to her chin as she began to kneel down."Never do anything that you don't want to or will feel uncomfortable with. This is supposed to be making love. If I like it and you don't, it's not making love."She nodded her head and kissed my lips and then my chest as she bent leaving kisses down to my navel. Her hand came up and cupped my balls through my underwear as her lips passed. In the nine years she and I had been married, I had never received a look like that.I stood up and addressed the men and their wives. "There is no doubt that on the edited tape Mary was raped. I saw the woman I loved and who I thought loved me, turned into a slut. I could have turned you all into the police and you all might still be in prison. I didn't, because I counted the number of children we all fathered and I couldn't tear that many families apart and it was my decision. I still don't.