. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Ah oh ah oh. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .... . . . . . . . . . . . Awaj nika rahi ti, tori der bad uski pani nikal gia or maine pura pi liya, or wo mera lund ko chos rahi thi. Puch puch kor ke awaj ah raha tha, or mera bi nikal gia. Koriban15mint hum logo ne sucking ki, maine apna pars nikala or us mai se condom nikal kor laga diya apne lund por or use ek pathor ki side mai kor ke, apne. "What do you want for dinner? Do you hurt? Can I do anything for you? You shouldn't be drinking beer. Do you want some tea? I'll make you tea."With that, Sasha set about taking care of me, full of bounce and enthusiasm and bright eyes.Over the next few days we gradually reestablished equilibrium in our relationship. Sex was out for me but my curiosity wasn't. A lazy Sunday afternoon, three days after the surgery, found me slouched in front of the television watching playoff football. Sasha sat. Your nipples like being washed, don’t they? Does my tongue feel nice as it flicks lightly over them, moving down, licking kissing, sucking? I’m licking your stomach, pushing the tip of my tongue under your waistband, fingers running over the growing hardness hidden beneath, my teeth pulling down the zipper. You lift your hips so I can remove your trousers, I need to see what you hide in them. Oh! You like the feel of a gentle touch on your balls, a tongue running up and down, round and around. I cried in anger and frustration because I knew that if the bastard who raped my wife ever to cross my path he would become intimate with the cricket bat I kept in my car.I thought long and hard about all of the information she had passed on to me and decided to let the matter rest for now. I knew that eventually I would deal with the guy who had done this. I sighed and returned to the room I had left her in and spoke softly to her."I still love you in spite of all of this and I am willing to.