And I could hear some sniffling sounds. My wife was crying !?Ro rahi hai ?!? Gopal exclaimed.(?you are crying ??)And then he laughed.?Maine yeh kya ki...ya ?? lamented my wife in tears(?Oh, what have I done ??)?Maloom nahin kya ?? Gopal said mockingly ?tunhe apne nauker se chudwai !?(?You don?t know what you did ?!! You got yourself fucked by your servant !?)?mukhe akela chor do? my wife said(?Leave me alone, please?)Gopal laughed again. ?pehele to randi jaise chudwai, ab sati savitri banti. "You know, last night was the first time I ever kissed a boy." It was the first time I kissed a girl." I really liked it." Me too." It wasn't long enough. I wanted to do it more." Really? You wanted to kiss me? I kind of thought that it was just something that just happened." No, Eddie, well, yes it did just happen, but I wanted to do it more after we kissed and stuff. I told you that this morning." I know, but I wasn't sure you really meant it, Jen."I turned around, knelt on the settee and put. My voyage of self-improvement. Her teasing. My ill-fated reunion with Mario that really led to this whole baring-my-soul thing. For the most part, Jim listened. He just prompted me to tell him more and more. Asked me the right questions. But mostly, he let me rant. He let me just put it all out there. When I finally told the story of the rape, giving him my perspective, and then connecting it to Mario, I saw his face slowly go white. ‘I’m, I’m so sorry,’ Jim told me assuringly. ‘What happened. “If I was born 20 years ago, I would have married you instead of dad,” Suresh whispered into Savita’s ear.“Really?” Savita purred. She could feel a puddle forming in her panties. She didn’t have the strength to struggle anymore.“Yeah, mom.” He said and kissed her earlobe. “Actually, I may not even have had the patience to wait for our wedding,” Suresh slid one hand against her bare, exposed waist and squeezed it gently, “we would have had our first night before the marriage.”Suresh’s electric.