I can never be what you want or need, Bethany. I know myself well enough. And you can’t be Melanie because you aren’t Melanie.”Bethany got up fr...om the table and ran upstairs to her room. I got up and followed her and found her face down on her bed, sobbing. I sat next to her and stroked her hair while she cried. It took about ten minutes for her to finish crying and regain her composure. She sat up and I hugged her. I released her and she turned so I could hold her in my arms.“I’m so sorry. I. .Some time she make dance actions..Drop some item down and lift it back in a stance that her sari falls at her feet to her big boobs in blouse exposed..Her naval deep and beautiful.At times when the baby cries she would cover his face on boobs..Try feeding from her boobs.I peep from my window unnoticed and see the entire proceedings.Get tempted..Automatically… hand moves to erect dick..Masturbate..Spill loads of semen.I never know as to whether she notices me but I was a regular to to take. She woke me up around 4:30 AM with a blowjob. I held her hair tightly in a fist and fucked her mouth. She was good at deep-throating. I came in just 10 minutes in her mouth.She gulped every drop of my cum. She went into the washroom and cleaned her face and mouth. Just as she came out of the washroom, I pulled her into a passionate and desireful kiss. She participated in the kiss for a while and pushed me away, saying, “I can’t fuck you anymore. My pussy and boobs are sore.”She picked up her. “This is normal procedure.” he says through his grin. I am wearing a low cut shirt, (I started wearing one ,because I noticed that the doctor took more time for me when I wear on.) the doctor reaches over and pull my tits from the top of my my shirt. He starts kneading them, after he goes over to the line with drawings and grabs two more clothes pins. A drawing fall on the ground, ‘thank you doctor’ it says in c***dren’s writing with a c***dlike drawings of a doctor underneath. I’m still busy.