I have a serious medical emergency. Both of us do, and we need to get it treated as soon as possible." I think you're overreacting mom. It'll go away ...soon." How do you know?" she asked."Because it's just a fruit. Obviously it's potent, but if it was so dangerous, then everyone would have been warned about it." I guess you're right. It hurts inside though. Badly. I wish we had the cure." We already know the cure. How many times have you masturbated so far?" I asked, and immediately regretting. Initially, it was only formal messages, that soon turned to mild flirting and finally ended up as full-fledged . She was ok to have a couple of beers so she would call me over for dinner every other day.Her husband was ok because my wife was away, and he liked to have some time to study his journals. He would take a drink and return to his books.On my third visit, after a glass of wine, we opened up. I asked Shilpi candidly, “How’s he in bed?” She laughed, covering her mouth, she said, “He’s. My hands had slipped under my panties and my fingers had begun working on my tingling clit, when suddenly, a knock sounded on the door. It was my father. I hurriedly switched off the VCR and TV. He came into the room saying that he was just checking because he thought that he had heard someone in the room. Apparently he had heard the movie but didn't say that. Then he left.Relieved that he hadn't caught me watching his tapes, I put everything away and hopped onto the bed. Soon, I was. It felt good – it always did – when Rod’s swollen shaft pressed into her. Feelings of delight continued to spread through her. ‘Damn!’ Rod exclaimed through clenched teeth. ‘I don’t know how you did it. You had three kids and you still got the tightest pussy in the world!’ He moved his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her. Lise didn’t like the coarse language her husband used when they made love, but she didn’t complain. She knew from experience that complaining would only make him angry..