Mami ne hamare uper gale tak blanket dala or peeth ke bal let gai or paas hi pare table lamp ko off kiya . Kuch der baad unhone kaha “Tum bohot hand...some ho beta” mene kaha “Thank you mami ji , aap bhi to bohot sunder hai” fir wo kuch der tak kuch nahin boli or fir kaha “Thank you and good night ” “Good night mami ji” or so gaye.Par mujhe nind nahin aa rahi thi jab aapke saath itni sexy woman soi hui ho to nind aane ka koi chance hi nahin hai. Mera lund pura khara tha. Kareeb aadhe ghante baad. An email from my father announced more work on the family Facebook group. He and his brother had set up a closed group for posting family photos, family news, and that sort of thing.I had time, so I headed to Facebook to check things out. To my delight, they had added some old pictures of my mother that they must have pulled from albums and scanned. There was one of her at twenty-two, posing in a sundress. That had been the year she met Dad. I had come along a year later. The best was a. Eventually, as you know I bumped into Dawn on that fateful night and everything just seemed to click into place. Obviously the initial attraction was physical but within half an hour of meeting her I realised she was something special. Funny, witty, a good talker and listener, I just loved being in her company. The first night I met her I don’t think I even kissed her although she did give me a quick peck on the cheek getting out of the taxi. Sexually she was very much lacking in experience but. And she is very aggressive in bed and wants me to call her names like whore, slut when we fuck and invariably she comes with that. So you must have guessed what type of wife she is. We had discussed about fucking with other men but she was contented with her exhibitionism and did not want any complications in our married life. How can Indian wives specially a woman from our conservative state Orrisa does that? They have the fear complex and fear about Society and culture! One of my best friends.