Dharmesh agreed with his wife’s suggestion as he went to the guest room which was right across from their master bedroom. However his mind was constantly swirling from what had just happened. He had given permission gladly to his wife to fuck the Muslim kid so that she could get pregnant…. they both were cherishing for the last fifteen years since their marriage….. a small ray of hope…. yet he was very much hopeful.
As he lay there thinking about his wife’s impregnation, he could hear the heavy grunts of his wife and the kid student coming from their master bedroom. The kid was fucking her really hard…. his own cock became rockhard instantly.
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Dharmesh woke up the next morning alone in the guest-room’s bed. Sunlight was peeking into the bedroom window…. so he knew that he had overslept. Maybe his wife was also sleeping…. she must have been exhausted from the hard fuckings that the Muslim kid had given her the whole night. Anyway, not disturbing them, he quietly refreshed himself and taking some breakfast, he went out for his job.
However within minutes, Hema too woke up from her sleep but didn’t find her kid lover….. fortunately he was gone, hopefully to his own house. Her husband had also gone to work. He must have slept into the guest room and gotten his clothes and was careful not to wake her.
Refreshing herself and taking some breakfast, she started to think about her recent escapade thoroughly and finally decided to discuss it with someone who would realise the matter’s seriousness and that’s when Shabana’s face came to her mind. Yes, she was so reliable and compassionate.
Yes, to achieve her long-cherished motherhood, she had to break her Muslim friend’s long trusted faith. She felt herself guilty for that as she cried….. and finally decided to open herself to her friend. Maybe she would realise the matter’s positive side and provide her some fruitful advices. At least she had someone to share her true feelings who would understand her….. not laughing or ridiculing her step.
She composed herself enough to call her friend but instantly she was confused thinking about her kid lover’s relation with her friend. Her friend was her kid lover’s own mother and how Shabana would digest such an abusive matter….. she was puzzled. No… no…. she couldn’t. But the next moment, her inward spirit pushed her forward…. yes, she must have to confess. She had broken her friend’s faith by seducing her son to fuck her…. just to fulfill the sweet dream she had been enjoying in the early morning for the last few days.
Actually, there is a strong belief in their caste and culture…. even it is one of the rituals that early morning’s dream would never be wasted. When she had discussed the matter with her husband, he immediately supported her feeling…. even motivated her to go forward according to the dream to achieve their long-cherished wish. However he advised her to discuss the whole matter with Shabana…. because her son was directly involved with it.