She was wearing Red T-shirt & jeans. Looking too hot & sexy. I asked her again. What happened Pooja? She was crying again. I wake up and sit beside he...r. I put my hands on her shoulder and asked her again. She lift her face and told me, her husband family was too much angry on her. Because after 2 years of marriage they don’t have children. That’s why they torture her. with this she again crying on my shoulder. I put my hands on her cheeks, wipe out her tears and told her that how I help u? Raj. I empty my pockets and turn the television as my normal routine. I’m sitting in the chair relaxing when a commercial comes on, so I get up to get something to drink. I entered the kitchen only to find Marry standing near the stove. “You know we have the place to ourselves for a while,” Marry said smiling seductively at me. “Maybe we should skip dinner and go straight for desert.” A smile comes across my face. I took two quick steps towards her to close the distance between us and gently push. She even asked ifit is ok for me if she will invite her new friend for a dinner. I answeredthat I will clean the house, cook the dinner and will be in my roompraying that the new friend will be the man she deserve to have in herlife.As a morning ritual I measure myself. I don't notice any changes lastthree days. The only change I see is that my nipples are getting muchbigger. When they are erect they seems big enough for a toddler to suckon. I don't understand why it is happening. But I think. She thought her guts would explode, as she began to climax from the strange and wonderful feelings of pain and excitement of this strange invasion of the bubbles, praying now from her sex, her body unable to contain more, his eager tongue lapping at the run-off, though he still held the bottle hard against her. Her climax at its height, her cry of joy, pain, lust and excitement mixed high and loud, as she lost her senses to the fantastic feelings, allowing her whole body to float on a carpet.