She is doing her medical studies. But somehow we manage to talk every time we get least time. We meet every 2-3 months.. But when we meet we fulfil th...e gap of the months in those short moments.Distance has just made our relationship much stronger…We are still not married but that’s only a formality. In every sense she is already My wife. She does everything what a typical desi wife does.My family has accepted her as daughter-in-law and her family has me as their son-in-law..My perfect life just. “You’re not the only one down there.” She countered.“Just have a look. I won’t touch you. I’ll go to the bottom stair and get out of your way.”Joan knew it was a trap. When her foot swung away from the living room’s direction, she felt tears in her eyes. Something inside her wanted to go down, where her sons waited. To do what, she could only guess, horrible things. Her body turned to the cellar door, and her other foot stepped closer. “Promise, you’ll keep Tommy away.”“I will, Momma. He won’t. Johnny gave him a skinning knife that he seldom used for the clothes. He'd waited until now to change because he didn't want to hurt Maggie's feelings by changing out of the work pants and shirt she'd gotten for him.Those pants and shirts are fine around town or on a short trip but there's nothing as comfortable as a good set of buckskins, he thought. The buckskin pants were a little tight but they'd stretch with use. The shirt fit fine but Johnny cut off the fringe along the arms and across. ‘Where are-?’ My lips stop yours mid-sentence, pressing fully onto your mouth. The shock quickly fades as I push my tongue between our kiss, eager to find yours and dance the dance of lust. You moan and lean into it. I want this to be perfect… I need to pull away, ‘What did I tell you about questions?’ To be in a position of authority is so uncomfortable for me, you know by now my submissive and sensitive nature. But tonight isn’t about me, it’s about you. ‘I’m sorry… I’ll be a good girl.’ You.