We don’t text message each other, talk on the phone or do anything else that could be easily intercepted or scrutinized. We piled into the backseat ...of the car and I adjusted the seat to recline. She very aggressively straddled me and started to kiss and hug me. Her fingers were literally digging into me and she was tongue kissing me. She was even more aggressive than usual – racing to get my penis up and over my shorts – grasping the shaft with her hand with a bit of a jerking motion. I got. He was pissed, but I walked out of his office while he was still ranting. Time was slipping through my fingers and I wasn't waiting for him to stop yelling. My next stop was the bank and then my apartment.The bank was relatively fast, not that I had much to withdraw. Traffic in the city made the drive back to my apartment feel endless. Parking was the usual nightmare. Now that I was leaving, everything bad about San Francisco seemed to grate on my nerves and I couldn't wait to be gone.Once I. I felt jealous for first time.And that movement I decided I will enjoy jisha and preethi. I went to the front door and rang the bell.After some time jisha came to open the door she was shocked to see me there.She asked me when did I arrived.I said just now.Jisha was reluctant to invite inside.I entered the room.I and she sat down on sofa.During this time preethi arrived and I asked her where is momShe replied that she is lying inside.And I said didnt she laid enough for vijayPreethi and jisha. We are Kayasth and so, initially, when Varun told me about marrying a Bengali girl, I was really upset. But the day he brought her to meet me, I knew I want her in my house. Though at that time I didn’t know I would be fucking my bahu, but the very fact that she had worn very low-waist jeans and a deep neck top to meet me, I knew this girl will brighten up our house.Let me tell you more about my beauty queen Bengali daughter-in-law. She is 5’7, with very fair and smooth skin. I can bet if.