Ghar pura khali hone k baad main tv dekhta raha aur achanak bell baji.Darwaja khola to reshmi thi.Main v bahut khus hua.Pasine k waje se uski blouse v...ig geyi thi aur uski body se ek ajib sa madmak khusbu araha tha.Main to bas ye plan main tha kab chodu.But directly approach karne ka himmat v nehi tha.Reshmi apna kaam karne lagi.Jharu v lagane lagi.Jharu lagate wakt uski pallu baar baar gir raha tha.Reshmi ki mast gol matol boobs ki cleavage v dikh raha tha.Usne mujhe boobs dekhte hue pakad lia. “I love you,” I slurred.“I love you, too, Baby,” cried my wife.Then I went to sleep.I don’t want to recount the details of my time in physical therapy, because I don’t want to have to remember or even think about it. But it was pivotal to the relationship I developed with my mother-in-law, who was also one of my nurses. I had many nurses, but Eve was there a lot, and took care of me a lot. I wouldn’t find out until later that she was actually a shift supervisor, and in theory, wasn’t directly. How he wishes he could see the majestic sight that rises above him.Shortly, another sound draws his attention. It’s movement within the room but she is still above him, still keeping the same rhythm and unstartled by the noise. Is she aware of the presence of another? Or is it him, in a situation where he has been withdrawn of all his power letting his imagination run away with him? She lowers herself down his body this time dr****g her long blonde hair over his chest until she reaches his. It helped that we both definitely had Schumacher Syndrome by now.It also helped that Tara, the woman who gave us all Schumacher Syndrome in the first place, had spent a lot of time bedding Mayor Ted Lansing, though not to the detriment of Ryan or me or anyone else. If anything, she spread her legs rather freely for the citizens of Charlottesville, male and female alike, and went out of her way to transmit Schumacher Syndrome to the locals. When she wasn’t nursing or otherwise mothering her new.