The c***dish freedom that was between them in bed always thrilled him. He could do anything with her, to her... she was his willing playmate in all ma...tters. He didn’t have to consider for a moment, for example, whether or not this scrutiny, while she was so oblivious, might upset her. That was not how she worked. She was like a little moral holiday... do anything... let’s try everything... I want to do this... She was free, this one. Strangely free. It made him feel a little drunk whenever they. I said “So, we have around three hours to ourselves”. She knew what I meant but pretended otherwise. She said, “Nova, what were you doing? You shouldn’t be doing this when you have guests at your home!” I replied, ” I didn’t know I had guests, and anyways, you don’t really qualify as a guest. I’d rather call you a partner.” She smiled, I winked at her again, got up from my chair and proceeded towards her only wearing my shirt with my cock saluting her beauty. She turned around and started. This time i saw a glow in his eyes and a smile on his face. “you just let the hot bitsh go on just one door bell” i further added and he started looking down. “i am sorry bhabi, have you seen it?” He spoke shyly. “yes off course, i saw your huge meat loaf and thought my young devar ji would tear a tight hole in front of me but you disappointed me” i added with courage. He was now staring in between my legs without any hesitance and i could see a twitch and then part of his trousers getting wet. On the way to the kitchen, I stopped in the living room, grabbed the remote and turned on the ball game. I took the pizza out of the oven, grabbed the six-pack from the fridge and plopped myself in front of the television. The Cubs were beating the Cardinals six, zip in the third inning.As the game went on, the pizza and beer being consumed, thoughts of Casey crept back in my head. I tried concentrating on the game which didn’t stop my ‘nightstick’ from reaching its maximum length. I fought off.