I got up from my seat and sat next to her. I took her in a tight embrace. She too hugged me. There were tears in her eyes. I kissed her lips. She kiss...ed me back. It was pure love. We kept kissing for minutes.Brunda was in a black saree while I had my pant and tee on. Brunda stood up and removed her saree. She was in a petticoat and blouse now. I went close to her and held her by her shoulders.“I pronounce us as husband and wife” I said.Brunda smiled and hugged me. I was moving me hands all over. But still, I should have known I had a choice. I should have read that damn pamphlet sooner. I still didn't know if it had been a dill pickle or a sweet pickle. All I knew was that it had been, shall we say, fulfilling? I wonder -- if it was dill, did it make my -- uh -- pucker -- pucker even more? It didn't feel like it.But getting back to the pamphlet, what about Worthington? Had he ever read it himself? I mean, supposedly he had been trained for his position as NiS coordinator by this. SMACK SMACK SMACK WHACK WHACK WHACK SMACK SMACK SMACK I stared to moan like a cheap whore ooooooohhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmmm more more. Uncle Mike really let me have it next almost forgetting that this was his love-able precious niece WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK. He put the hair brush aside and as I lay across his knee he gently caressed my swollen well beaten bottom and as he did I could feel his fully erect cock pushing against the side of my thigh. I lifted myself up to sit on his lap as we. It made her feel loved, it made her feel passion, it made her feel like a real woman. Jack continued to suck on Helen’s breasts when his penis started to become erect and started poking Helen in the leg. Helen pushed him up. “Can I see it, please?” Jack merely smiled and undid his pants. Helen reached over and pulled them down. She saw his half erect member pushing against his tight underwear. Slowly she pulled them down and saw to her amazement a 3 inch penis staring at her. Helen had known of.