My mom was wearing saree and her friend too in saree.I wake after half hour and thought to sit with them. I went to kitchen, drank water, and then wal...ked to mom’s room but stood outside. It was almost closed, just slightly opened. I heard mom crying and so thought not to go in the room. But still decided to listen why she was crying. She was saying, “You know Sheetal, now a days, he (my father) and me often have conflicts and she gets angry on some little things. I don’t know why.” Tears were. She is living in paying the guest house. This sex story I am writing with her permission as that was our private time so I need to take her permission in my view and she was happy to share our moments with u all guys.That was a month of Jan and my wife had gone to her parent’s place for delivery so I was very hungry for sex. So as a friend me and Nisha were chatting on Whatsapp much time late night and u boys must be known in a late night chat how our mind works. So I was trying to flirt with. “Chandra, you can’t get married until you become a full Sister. I asked Mother Browynn and that’s what she told me. As for you Celia, I won’t marry you until the both of you are able to.”Giving each a quick kiss, “I do want to marry you Chandra and I do want to marry you Celia.” I held my breath waiting for their responses.“I know, Chandra told me that we would have to wait until she is no longer a Postulant.”“Just how long have you been plotting my demise?”Celia giggled and Chandra laughed. " Not just ours, it seems." Glen, I...no. You're right, not just ours. You give me so much, and I love you for it, but I need...I've always needed something more. Throughout my life I've been with a fair number of guys. You know this. Some white, like you. Some black, like me. I fell in love with you. I love our life. I love our sex. I love what we share. But, on occasion I just need more." How long has this been going on." It's always been going on," she says quietly. I turn away from her..