Jijajibole kabir kaha hai maa ne bola kisi dost ke yanha hoga jijaji ne bola phone karke puchata hunwo phon karne lage to main apna phon silent pe kiy...a or wanha se dur chala gya unka phon aayapucha kaha ho yar hum kab se tumhara wait kar rhe hai maine bola mujhe thora time lagega karib2 hrs kafi dur hun niklane se pehle phon kar dunga unhone bola thik hai.phon kat ke maa ko bolejanemann wo to 2 hr main aayega tumhara pati b nahi hai aaj ghar pe kya bolti ho itna keh kar jijijimeri maa ke piche. Rob, this is Jim."The new guy came holding his hand out to shake mine. I gave points to him for the courtesy. "How'd you get added to the group, Jim?" I wasn't meshing well in the group I started with. None of them seemed to have a clue about how to get started on this project. We were meeting in the student union building and getting constantly interrupted the whole seven hours we met." You met for seven hours in one sitting?" No, we met both Tuesday and Wednesday but it was the same both. .. to ... have your baby! It’s making me crazy! It’s hard to think of anything else, now. I have dreams, and fantasies ... where you make me pregnant, and I ... I mean, you’re married, and you ... and you’re naked, Deb! And ... and Linda! Oh, please stop playing with yourselves! Deb is pregnant, she said, and God, please, I want to be pregnant too! I need your baby! I’m having periods again, and I think I can! Phil made me leave. He’s caught me masturbating to fantasies of you. I told him I was. The door was slightly ajar, so I quietly knocked and walked in. The biker was sitting on the edge of the bed naked. He had a great muscular body, completely shaved, lots of tattoo's, and his hair in a pony tail. He was already hard. I was amazed at how big he was, but how small his cock was. He was only about 5", but it was a nice looking cut cock. Behind him was his "old lady"...his wife. She was in her mid to late 40's ( we was a bit younger), a little rough around the edges, but.