He reached to her shoulders and gently rubbed her soft skin, feeling the tiny microscopic hairs with his fingers and firmly deeply kneading her should...er muscles in his firm grip. She closed her eyes and sighed as he carefully examined the texture of her skin, the shine of her hair, the shape of the contours of her neck, shoulders and jaw, gently, lightly stroking each feature with wonder uncommon for the years of their marriage. He pleasured the Queen like this for several minutes until she. I went to sleep horny as hell and knowing that tomorrow would be the day that I officially lost my ‘ticket’. I couldn’t sleep. I must have had three hours sleep before my alarm rang telling me I had to get ready, my routine began: 1. Breakfast (2 slices of buttered toast). 2. Brush teeth/toilet. 3. Makeup- foundation, red lipstick (and lots of it) and a small amount of black eyeliner. 4. Clothing- my favourite red bra, pink thong, for today purposely shrink light blue top in the washing. Shadi ke baad didi pune mai apane saas-sasur ke sath rehti thi.Jija ji kaam ke silsile mai gujrat mai rehte they wo month mai 1 baar hi aate they. Ab mai sidha storie pe aa jata hu .To baat us din ki hai jab mera mba khatm hua to job searching keliye mai pune gaya to didi ke yaha hi rehne laga.Dinbhar job ke liye interview deta aur raat mai ghar pe aa jata.Ek raat mai 2 baje mai pani pine utha to didi ke room se kuch aawaje aane lagi .Maine zaak ke dekha to didi bed par nangi leti thi apane. I got hot, flushed, myknees wobbled and I moaned. The bastard, whoever he wasunderstood my predicament and raised the hem of myskirt. Yes, I wore a skirt. During pregnancy I gained alot weight and my previous pants wouldn’t fit me, andthe pregnancy pants are fit for clowns, not for wearingby a hot chick. Well, that’s what I liked to think of myself. Before thepregnancy I was 1. 67 m high and 60 kg and I had a quitenice pair of boobs. Now they were enormous, swollen andpuffed by all.