Kyaaaaa karrrrrr raheeeeee hain……ohhhhhhh ……”tabhi call-bel baj utha. Maine jija se apne ko chhurate hue boli,”bartan manjane wali aditi h...ogi” our ulte sidhe kapade pahan kar neeche darwaja kholane ke liye bhagi. Darwaja khola to dekha aditi hee thi. Maine rahat ki sans lee. andar aane ke bad aditi mujhe dhyan se dekh kar boli, “kya bat hai anushree! Kuch ghbarai kuchh saramai, ya khuda ye majara kya hai” phir baat badal kar boli “subah Sheikh jiju aye the, kahan hain” main boli, “upar so rahe. "She didn't answer, she finished her soup and giving me her home phone number said "Call me later, and we can talk about it, OK?"I promised to do just that, and I meant it.I called her, and we talked for a while, and we went out on Friday to dinner. I then asked if she would like to walk along the river downtown, and she agreed. We walked and talked, and chatted about our lives. Where we were from, how we grew up, places we have been, the usual things you talk about when on a date to get to. They sat at the kitchen table and discussed me and my life here in Houston. Sybil didn't want to pry, but did ask Mom about the different last names. Mom told her it was regarding some horrible family misunderstandings a long time ago, and that she was now using her old married name. She explained that her first husband died and things got very confusing after that. Ron had a different name and that was as far as she would say. She did say that it was a very tough time for her and me, and that. (As talented as I am with my cock, fingers still work better for that.) Dick looked at her, spell-bound, groggily shaking off his post-orgasmic lethargy."Switch with him," I heard Louise gasp."Come over here, Dick, and take over for me. Just keep doing what I'm doing. Press on her G-spot maybe a half a second ahead of her contractions." I withdrew my fingers, grasped his hand, and shoved his fingers up my new wife's cunt. She smiled, and continued to orgasm; she took the difference in pressure.