I stop. I can smell your sweet juices and my mouth waters. I cant wait to taste you. Finally I slip my tongue over your clit. You inhale sharply at th...e feel of my firm tongue against your it. I push my finger into your pussy and slowly pull in and out. Youre moaning and shaking with every entering of my finger. Youre so wet I slip in another one. I keep a slow steady pace, licking your clit with every thrust. I feel you quivering. Your pussy begins to start clenching around my fingers. I start. .” “Honey, I want you badly. Let us go home and have a sound fuck, okay?” “Oh sure brother. My cunt is also itching and while talking to you my juices are dripping.” Suddenly a sound came and our rickshaw started limping. One of its tires had gone flat and we were hardly about a furlong to cover to go home. There was no repair shop nearby and so we got down from the rickshaw and decided to walk home. The rickshaw puller pushed his cart to the town. We started walking. ‘Brother, why don’t you. ..A long wedding?...yes Sir it was a long wedding ... my dad came up to help or I wouldn't have made it through I don't think...How is you daddy?"...He appears to be just fine Sir...That is good to hear. What are you wearing for me tonight?"I have on a sleep Tee shirt and gym shorts Sir. (I couldn't help it. The conversation was turning my stress into something else. I couldn't have put a name on it but it was pleasant.)How about underwear?...Bikini panties no bra...Are you remembering the last. He never says "stop". Heseems genuinely pleased that he can in so many ways please me. Theoccasional bluff and bravado of his younger years has been gone forweeks, maybe months, now. While I better appreciate his kindness andcaring, there is a part of me that misses his every-now-and-thencaveman Neanderthal behaviour. I will have to address that lacuna atsome point.Regardless, he awakens me with a smile, kisses me out the door with asmile, skips I imagine to work with a smile, likely works.