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Adultery The Language of Her Heart
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05-05-2025, 05:51 PM
Our lips stayed locked.
Soft at first. Slow sucking. Slow licking. Tasting each other. Tasting our sins. Tasting the leaking burning between us. His tongue played inside my mouth. Searching. Teasing. Sucking softly. My own tongue danced with his. Soft dirty kisses. Small moans escaping between kisses. I wrapped my hands around his neck. Pulled him closer. Our chests pressed tight. My nipples rubbing against his bare skin. Hard. Sensitive. Then slowly... I lifted my leg. Wrapped it around his waist. Pulled him even closer. Now his cock... Hot and heavy... Pressed right against my leaking pussy. Not inside. Just rubbing softly. Sliding along my wet folds. My leaking juice smearing against his cock. His precum leaking onto my folds. Both mixing together. Sticky. Wet. Burning. My pussy hole widened naturally. Welcoming. Waiting. Begging silently. But he stayed. Outside. Not pushing in. Only brushing. Only rubbing. Each small movement of his hips... made his cock tip slide along my folds. Touching near my clit. Touching near my opening. My moans deepened into his mouth. "Aahh... mmmph..." Our kiss grew tighter. No more slow soft kiss now. It turned into deep hungry French kiss. Rough. Sticky. Breathless. Our mouths opened wider. Teeth clashing softly sometimes. Tongues fighting and sucking roughly. Hands grabbing. Fingers digging into each other's skin. The passion exploded between us. His hand grabbed my back. My nails scratched softly on his back. Our hips moved against each other. Soft slow grinding. My pussy folds kissing his cock with every move. My leaking juice wetting both of us more. His precum dripping onto my swollen clit. The heat between us unbearable now. I wanted him. I needed him. I couldn't wait anymore. My heart screamed: "Enter me... Fill me... Make me yours..." But he didn’t move. He stayed. Kissing me deeply. Rubbing softly. Building the burning higher. Higher. Higher. I moaned heavily into his mouth. My body arching against him. My hips grinding harder against his cock. My legs wrapped tighter around his waist. His cock rubbing harder now along my leaking entrance. Both our bodies wet. Sticky. Melting. Our kiss became wild. Messy. Wet. Breathless. Kissing. Moaning. Grinding. Leaking. Under the soft night light... two forbidden bodies... melted against each other. Burning. Dripping. Crying. Begging silently for the next madness. Our kiss continued. Deep. Breathless. Burning. Our mouths crushed together. Tongues fighting. Teeth clashing softly. Hot breath mixing between our lips. My hands wrapped around him tightly. Pulling him into me. His arms wrapped around me too. Crushing me softly under him. Our bodies pressed tightly together. My breasts flattened heavily against his chest. His heartbeat pounding into my chest. My nipples rubbing hard against his skin. My thighs rubbing against his hips. His cock pressing along my leaking pussy. Both our bodies leaking. Both our bodies burning. The kiss grew heavier. Messier. Wetter. Rougher. I could feel myself getting crushed under him. My whole body wrapped around him. Like a snake holding its lover. Then... slowly... I moved one hand down. Sliding along his sweaty back. Over his waist. Downward. Lower. Until my hand touched his cock. Hot. Hard. Sticky. Leaking. The moment my fingers touched him... he twitched. His cock jerked softly against my hand. As if waiting. As if begging. I closed my fingers around him softly. Holding him. Feeling him. And then... without thinking... without planning... I moved his cock. Slowly. Gently. Guided it downward. Towards my leaking entrance. Towards my wet swollen pussy. I showed him the way. I showed him the door. No words. No voice. Only my hand. Only my burning leaking body speaking. He understood immediately. His hips moved slightly. Aligning with me. Our bodies perfectly matching now. At that moment... I realized something. The "limits" I spoke about during the card game... Those old limits were gone now. Melted. Burned away. I had crossed it. I had allowed him to cross it. No more guilt. No more fighting inside. Only burning. Only leaking. Only forbidden pleasure. My body had already decided. My mind still tried to hold. Tried to scream. Tried to stop. But my body won. My body always knew. Always wanted. And now... it was opening fully. My legs widened more. My pussy lips parted naturally. My leaking hole waited for him. My hand holding his cock. Guiding it. Welcoming it. And between my thighs... his tip touched softly against my entrance. Both of us froze for a second. Breath caught. Heart stopped. The heat between us unbearable. Sticky wetness flooding. Forbidden madness shining. And in that small heavy burning second... I knew. There was no turning back now. Only forward. Only deeper. Our bodies stayed locked. Burning. Breathing heavily. His cock tip pressed softly against my leaking entrance. Waiting. Begging. The air between us thick. Sticky. My arms wrapped tightly around his neck. My legs wide. Open. Leaking. Our foreheads touching softly. Breaths mixing. And then... I felt him move. Small. Slow. His cock tip pressed harder. Against my soft leaking folds. My pussy lips opened. Welcoming. Begging. A small soft cry escaped my mouth. "Aaahhh..." His cock pushed forward. Slow. Gentle. Careful. The burning started immediately. Soft stretching. Soft melting. My pussy lips stretched around his thick young head. Holding him. Sucking him. Welcoming him. My nails dug softly into his back. My eyes squeezed shut tightly. My heart pounded madly against my chest. My mind floated into burning. At that moment... a thousand memories flashed inside me. Eight years ago. When I first met Arjun. A small boy then. Just 14. Fresh college boy smile. Carrying a small bag. Calling me "anni" shyly. And now... After eight years... He was lying naked between my legs. A grown man. 22 years old. Strong. Tall. Heavy. Burning. And I was lying under him. Naked. Open. Leaking. Welcoming him into my forbidden body. Crossing every line written by society. Breaking every rule of marriage. Of family. Of life. And still... no guilt inside. Only burning. Only crying dirty happiness. My pussy throbbed around his cock tip. Leaking badly. Sticky juices covering his cock head. Helping him. Guiding him. My legs widened automatically. My hips tilted softly upward. Asking. Begging. Without words. Then... he pushed. Inch by inch. Slow. Burning. Wet. His cock head slid inside my leaking pussy hole. Half inch. One inch. "Aaaaahhh...!" I cried into his neck. My thighs tightened around his hips. His arms shook slightly. He gasped too. First time. First feeling. First entry into a woman. And it was me. Me. His anni. His forbidden queen. His first. His everything. He pushed a little deeper. Another inch. Another burning slow inch. My walls stretched wider. My pussy lips kissed his shaft tightly. Holding him. Sucking him. The burning mixed with sweetness. Pain mixed with pleasure. Tears burned the corner of my closed eyes. Not from shame. From dirty overwhelming happiness. He slid deeper. Three inches. Four inches. His cock thick inside me. Hot. Heavy. Throbbing. Alive. I moaned loudly now. My hips moved slightly against him. Helping him. Welcoming him deeper. His cock pressed against my inner walls. Stretching me more than Kartik ever did. Kartik's 5-inch stick was a child's play compared to this. This 7-inch burning thick young cock... was made to fill me. Made to stretch me. Made to make me a real leaking woman. My pussy leaked harder now. Juices dripping between my open thighs. Making dirty sticky wet noises as he slid deeper. Five inches inside now. Only little more left. My heart floated. My body cried softly. My breasts pressed tightly against his chest. Nipples rubbing. My hands pulled his neck tighter. My toes curled against the bed. My thighs clamped around his waist. And then... with one final slow wet push... he entered fully. All seven inches. Burying himself fully inside me. His cockhead kissed my womb softly. Our bodies locked fully. Our forbidden dirty souls melted into each other. He gasped loudly. I cried softly. Our bodies trembling. Shaking. Burning. Leaking. Between my open leaking thighs... Arjun lost his virginity. And I lost my last shame. We became one. Burning. Forbidden. Under the leaking night sky... a new dirty chapter opened in my leaking heart. — His tip stayed buried inside me. Hot. Thick. Heavy. Leaking. Our lips locked tightly. Our tongues dancing inside each other's mouth. Wet sucking sounds filled between our mouths. "Mmppphh... aaahh... ummpphh..." Our bodies rubbed tightly. Naked chest on naked chest. My nipples crushed against his skin. Hard. Sensitive. Burning. His cock pulled slightly back. "Chhluup..." A soft wet sucking sound came from between my legs. Then he pushed in again. "Chupp..." Sticky noise. Again pull. "Chuuuppp..." Push. "Chlapp..." Soft wet sticky noises repeated as he started slow small fucking inside me. My pussy lips hugged his dick tightly. Sucking. Pulling. Leaking. My legs tightened around his waist. My hips tilted upward naturally. Meeting each soft thrust. His hands grabbed my waist tightly. Fingers digging into my soft sweaty skin. Holding me. Owning me. Grinding me into the bed. The bedsheet under us soaked slightly from our leaking bodies. "Chik... chikkk... chluupp..." Every small pull and push made sticky wet pussy sounds between our thighs. My leaking heaven welcomed his dick with full dirty dripping love. Kartik never touched me like this. Never made my body cry leaking tears. Only Arjun. Only this forbidden boy. No — forbidden man. My man now. He pulled his cock slightly out. "Chup..." Pushed again. "Chlap..." Each grinding thrust rubbed his cock along my wet pink inner walls. Dragging my pussy lips along with his movement. Stretching me. Leaking me. Melting me. The feeling was not explainable. I cried softly against his mouth. "Aaahhh... ummphh..." My arms wrapped tightly around his neck. My nails scratched softly down his back. His hips grinding harder now. Small slow circles. Grinding his cock inside my leaking forbidden pussy. Pressing against my swollen clit softly with each rub. My whole body burned. My whole soul leaked. I opened my eyes slightly. His face was so close. His eyes shining. Wet. Burning. Crying dirty happiness. The dream of his life. To be inside me. To grind into me. To fly into my leaking heaven. And today he lived it. He gifted me his first dripping dream. His virgin cock was mine now. Owned. Claimed. Buried deep inside my leaking crying pussy. His lips left my mouth now. Moved down. Sucking my neck softly. "Buppp... chuppp..." Wet soft sucking sounds on my sweaty neck. Each kiss sent electric shock through my body. My hips grinding harder against his cock now. Our lower bodies locked. Grinding. Slipping. Leaking. Crying. "Chluup... chlap... chupp... chlappp..." Sticky dirty wet flesh sounds filled the night room. My moans joined it. "Aaahh... haaah... Arjunnn..." I could feel another burning building inside me. Another leaking about to happen. My pussy walls hugging his cock tighter. Trying to milk him. Trying to leak again. I buried my face into his shoulder. Crying. Moaning. Melting. And between my wide open leaking thighs... Arjun fucked me softly. Grinding. Burning. Flying. Giving me the leaking heaven Kartik never gave. Giving me the dirty forbidden leaking love I was dying for. Under the soft leaking sounds... under the soft night lamp... Pavi and Arjun melted into one forbidden leaking river. Our lips were locked. Our tongues dancing madly. Our moans melting into each other’s mouths. Our naked bodies sticking wet against each other. Sweat dripping along our backs. Sticky and leaking. Then suddenly... He broke the kiss. Pulled his lips away from mine. A thin sticky line of mixed saliva stretched between our mouths for a second. His forehead touched mine softly. Our breaths hot and sticky. He looked into my eyes for one burning second. Then focused completely on my body. His hips started moving harder. Faster. Deeper. One hand grabbed my left boob. Squeezed it tightly. Hard. My nipple crushed between his fingers. I gasped loudly: "Aaahhh... Arjun..." His other hand pressed against the bed beside my head. For balance. For support. Then he pulled his cock slightly back. Sticky wet sound: "Chlupp..." And pushed fully inside again. Another wet slap: "Chlap..." His cock rubbing against my leaking pussy walls. Dragging my sticky wetness along with each thrust. He kept thrusting. Slow first. Pulling half-out. Pushing full-in. Making small wet flesh sounds: "Chupp... chluupp... chlap... chupp..." My moans grew louder. Every thrust pulled a moan out of my mouth. "Aaaahh... haaahh... Arjun... ummhhh..." My breasts bounced softly under his rough squeezing hand. My nipples hardened even more. My thighs wrapped tightly around his waist. My hips moving with his rhythm. Welcoming him. Begging him. The entire room filled with my wild leaking moaning. Walls, bed, fan, floor — everything heard my leaking dirty cries. I didn’t care. I was flying. Flying over burning leaking sky. His speed increased more. Harder thrusts. Faster pumps. More sticky wet sounds: "Chlap... chluup... chupp... chlupp..." I enjoyed every second. Every thrust. Every rub. Every push. I cried louder for every single thrust. He was owning me. Claiming me. Melting me. But slowly... I noticed something. His breathing became heavy. His thrusts lost small rhythm. His body trembled slightly. I opened my eyes and saw him. Face twisted in mad leaking pleasure. His eyes half-closed. His mouth open. Soft moans escaping: "Anni... aahh... mmmh..." I understood. He was close. He was going to cum. He was going to explode inside me. But... I wasn't finished. My second orgasm was building... but not yet ready. Still burning. Still needing. But he was too young. Too full. Too excited. He couldn’t wait. His hips jerked harder against mine. Short fast wet thrusts: "Chlap... chlap... chlap..." I cried louder under him: "Aaahhh... haaaahhh... Arjunnn..." Then it happened. His whole body flexed above me. His muscles tightened. His cock swelled inside my leaking pussy. One final deep hard thrust. Buried fully inside me. He froze. And a loud broken moan escaped: "Anniiii...!!!" Then... Hot thick gush. First spurt of cum. Burst deep inside my pussy. Splashing against my walls. Flooding my womb. I felt warm heavy sticky waves of his virgin sperm pouring inside me. Another jerk of his hips. Another gush. Another wild explosion of forbidden love. His cock jerked inside me again. Another splash. More sticky thick hot cum filling my leaking pussy. My pussy walls hugged him tightly. Milking him. Squeezing him. Begging him. Emptying him fully inside me. His hands squeezed my boob hard once. Then relaxed. Then he collapsed fully on me. Sticky sweaty heavy body on my leaking sticky body. His cock still buried inside me. Still leaking small lazy drops inside my wide leaking pussy. Sticky cum slowly started leaking out around his softening cock. Warm. Golden. Forbidden. I closed my eyes. Breathed heavily. Felt his heartbeat pounding against my chest. Felt his breathing heavy against my neck. Felt his cock twitching softly inside me. A small slow tear rolled down my temple. Dirty happiness. I moved my hand slowly. Pulled his sweaty head slightly up. His face tired. Happy. Melted. I smiled softly. Pulled him closer. And kissed his forehead. A small soft kiss. Sealing his virgin love inside me forever. He moaned softly. Buried his face into my neck. Breathing. Melting. Leaking. Between my wide leaking thighs... Arjun rested. Happy. Empty. Forbidden. Golden. And I... Pavitra... leaked. Melted. Floated. Under the soft sticky leaking night. His breathing slowed slowly. Still lying fully on me. Sticky. Heavy. Sweaty. Melting. His cock still inside my leaking pussy. Soft now. Weak. Small lazy drops of his thick cum leaking around it. Sticky trails slipping along my inner thighs. I kissed his forehead again softly. Whispered nothing. Just breathing. Just melting. Then slowly... He shifted his body. Turning towards side. And naturally... I moved along with him. Our bodies sticking together. When he moved sideways... his soft cock slipped out of my leaking pussy. "Plup..." A soft wet plug sound filled the room. I laughed softly. Small dirty happy laughter. My pussy immediately leaked heavily. Sticky thick mix of his sperm and my leaking juices poured out slowly. Sliding warmly along my thighs. Wetting the bedsheet under my ass. I felt empty. Wet. Heavy. Happy. He lay on his back now. Breathing deep. Sticky chest rising and falling softly. He opened his arm naturally. Without thinking... I slid into his side. Rested my head on his open arm. Curled against his sweaty sticky chest. My bare breasts brushing softly against his ribs. My nipples rubbing softly against his skin. I wrapped one hand over his stomach. And one leg casually across his thighs. Sticky naked bodies leaking and sticking against each other. I lifted my head slightly. Gave him a small soft kiss on his chin. A tiny dirty kiss. Full of leaking forbidden happiness. I smiled against his chin. Soft. Golden. And inside my floating heart... a forbidden burning thought came: "I never did this for Kartik... but I'm doing it now for his brother." His younger brother. Six years younger than me. The boy I saw growing up. The boy who today... became my leaking forbidden man. My forbidden leaking lover. As I kissed him softly... He turned his face slightly. Whispered: "Anni..." And kissed me back softly on my cheek. I smiled. Teased him softly: "Still calling me anni ah?" He blinked once. Smiled shyly. Said softly: "Okay... Pavi..." Hearing my name from his lips... so soft... so sweet... so forbidden... I smiled wider. Closed my eyes. And kissed him again softly on his jaw. Sealing our dirty leaking love softly. I tightened my arms around him. Curled into his side more. Sticky leaking bodies melting together. In that soft leaking moment... I realised something. I hadn't finished properly. I hadn't reached my second orgasm yet. Not fully. His tongue earlier gave me full orgasm... but his cock fucking... even though beautiful... even though burning... was not enough yet to push me into second flying. But still... compared to Kartik... this boy... my forbidden boy... lasted longer. At least 5 minutes or more. Kartik used to last 2 minutes or less. Quick. Dry. Empty. But Arjun... even in his first time... even in his leaking burning madness... even inside his forbidden leaking queen... lasted longer. Loved better. Burned brighter. Gave me dirty leaking happiness I never imagined. I smiled softly against his chest. Tightened my leg around him. Closed my eyes. Letting his heartbeat and his leaking love lull me into soft sticky leaking sleep. Between my leaking thighs... his thick sperm and my wet juices mixed slowly... melting into forbidden leaking history. I lay against him softly. My head on his shoulder. Our sticky naked bodies pressing warmly together. Leaking love still dripping between my thighs. I looked at him softly. His face shining under the soft night lamp. His cheeks pink. His smile lazy and innocent. I ran my fingers softly along his chest. Feeling the soft hairs. Feeling the heartbeat under my fingers. Then I teased softly: "Arjun... you grown up da..." He blinked slowly. Turned to me with small soft confused eyes. I smiled naughty. Said softly into his ear: "You became man today, da... what do you think about that?" He smiled shyly. Said immediately: "Anni... no no... I'm still your Arjun only..." I lifted my eyebrows teasingly. Naughty smile playing on my lips. Asked again: "Anni ah da?" He shook head fast. Smiling. Laughing. Said quickly: "No no... Pavi..." My heart melted hearing my name from his lips. Soft. Forbidden. Dirty sweet. I teased more. Pinched his chest softly and asked: "If your brother Kartik asks tomorrow... what will you call me in front of him, ah?" He smiled bigger. Said without shame: "Pavitra..." I laughed. Gave small soft punch on his chest. He laughed loudly. Immediately said: "No no... anni anni... promise anni..." We both laughed softly. Our naked bodies rubbing softly during laughing. Sticky skin touching. Pussy leaking against my thigh slowly. Cock lying soft against his thigh. Then suddenly... He leaned up slightly. And kissed me softly on lips. A soft small kiss. No rush. No hunger. Only melting leaking love. I kissed him back slowly. My hand moved down naturally. Found his soft cock resting between his thighs. Started playing with it softly. Touching. Teasing. Circling softly around. His cock twitched slightly in my hand. Getting small life again. Slowly thickening. Slowly waking up. The kiss broke naturally. I smiled against his lips. Then teased softly: "Your brother told you da... not to disturb me... see what you did?" I moved my hand. Showed my full naked leaking body to him proudly. His eyes scanned me shamelessly again. From messy hair... to soft tired smiling lips... to sticky wet breasts... to swollen leaking pussy lips... His eyes drank me fully. And as he looked... His cock thickened more in my hand. Slowly rising. Slowly waking. Sticky drops already leaking from tip softly. I smiled bigger. Squeezed him softly once. He gasped. Blushed. Said softly: "No Pavi... I'm not disturbing you... I'm taking care of you only..." I laughed softly against his chest. Buried my face into his neck. Breathing his sticky sweaty smell. Holding my forbidden boy. My leaking forbidden man. Tightly. Golden. Sticky. Forbidden. Under the leaking soft dirty night. I lay softly against him. Our sticky leaking bodies melting together. My head resting on his shoulder. His arm loose around my back. The bed smelled of sweat, sex, and dirty leaking love. I smiled. Softly ran my fingers along his warm chest. Looked up at his soft happy tired face. His messy hair. His blushing cheeks. His lazy smiling lips. I smiled wider. Said teasingly: "Arjun... you grown up da... you became man today..." He smiled shyly. Blushed. Said softly: "Anni... no no... I'm still your Arjun only..." Hearing "Anni" from his lips after what we did melted my heart even more. I teased him more: "Anni ah da?" He blinked once. Smiled nervously. Said shyly: "No no... Pavi..." Hearing my name from his lips for the first time made a small flutter inside my chest. I smiled naughty. Then I asked, playing with him: "What will you call me in front of your brother, da?" He smiled like innocent boy. Said: "Pavitra..." I widened my eyes. Gave him a small soft playful punch on his chest. He laughed immediately. Corrected quickly: "Anni! Anni! Promise Anni!" I laughed loudly. He laughed too. Our naked sweaty bodies brushing and sticking softly. The leaking forbidden laughter filling the sticky night. He leaned closer. Pressed a soft small kiss on my lips. I kissed him back softly. Melting. Sticky. Burning. My hand moved down naturally. Found his soft cock resting between his thighs. Started playing with it softly. Teasing it. Tickling it. His cock twitched under my fingers. Slowly thickening. Slowly waking. Our lips broke naturally. I smiled naughty. Teased him softly: "Your brother told you not to disturb me da... but see what you did now..." I lifted my body slightly. Showed him my full naked sticky leaking body. Sweaty breasts. Messy hair. Swollen leaking pussy. His eyes widened again. Scanning every inch of my forbidden leaking body. His cock hardened more under my fingers. I squeezed him playfully once. He gasped softly. Blushed deeper. Said quickly: "No Pavi... I'm not disturbing you... I'm taking care of you only..." I laughed softly. Buried my face into his sticky sweaty neck. Hugged him tighter. Leaking forbidden love melting between us. Under the soft sticky night. I lay close to him. Sticky. Naked. Happy. His body warm beside me. My hand resting softly on his chest. His arm loosely around my shoulder. Our legs touching. Our thighs sticking with soft sweat. I smiled to myself. Turned slightly toward him. Looked into his soft tired eyes. Then said playfully: "One night I gave you da... and you made me leak my whole body!" He blinked once. Then smiled shyly. I laughed softly. Started teasing him more: "You became man ah now? Made me leak like waterfall da!" He covered his face with his hand and laughed. I continued teasing: "See how much you made me leak da... look at this bed!" I moved slightly. Wet sticky sound came from under the bedsheet. He looked. Eyes slowly going down. Looking at the wetness on the sheet. Then at me. Then down between my thighs. I caught his eyes. He was looking straight at my pussy. I quickly put my hand to cover it. Turned my face. Teased him playfully: "Poda... don’t look like that da... you’re making me shy!" He giggled again. Blushed softly. I smiled. Then said in a soft naughty tone: "Your brother will come back in 2 days da... he will look at this bed and ask..." I deepened my voice like Kartik: 'Pavitra... why is the bed so wet ah?!' Then I slapped his chest playfully. Sticky soft sound. We both laughed. Our bodies shaking lightly. Sticky skin rubbing softly. He pulled me closer. I moved in naturally. Kept my head on his chest. My arm wrapping around him. His hand rested on my back. Time showed 12:30 AM. I whispered: "Sleep da... enough dirty for one night..." He nodded slowly. Closed his eyes. I hugged tighter. Our naked bodies fully touching. Boobs pressing on his chest. My thigh across his hips. His soft cock resting between my legs. My pussy still leaking slowly. Warm. Wet. Soft. I took a deep breath. His smell. My smell. Sex smell. Good smell of forbidden love. And like that... Wrapped in each other... We slowly slept. Sticky. Naked. Leaking. Soft.
05-05-2025, 11:27 PM
No word dear... Ur writing skills are beyond appreciation.. From different world.. Just by reading it you make us cum.. What a story.. Waiting for more..
06-05-2025, 10:52 AM
Lovely and amazing update..... What a way to describe the sexual encounter...... Nice going eager for next update
Val
06-05-2025, 11:04 AM
I woke up slowly.
Eyes heavy. Mouth dry. Body still glowing with the heat of last night. --------------------------------- I blinked. The fan above made a soft humming sound. Lazy. Slow. Just like my breath. --------------------------------- Light was slipping into the room now. Golden sunlight crawling through the edge of the curtain. --------------------------------- I turned slightly. The pillow beside me was empty. Only a light dent remained… where Arjun had slept. --------------------------------- The bedsheet was twisted around my legs. My breasts felt sticky against the cloth. My thighs— still wet. Still slightly open. --------------------------------- I touched my neck. Still sore from his kiss. Still smelling like him. --------------------------------- I pulled the bedsheet up slowly. Covered my chest. Wrapped it around my waist. But the heat inside me didn’t go away. --------------------------------- I lay still. On my back. Breathing. Remembering. --------------------------------- Last night... --------------------------------- I didn’t just kiss him. I didn’t just suck him. --------------------------------- I allowed him to enter. --------------------------------- Allowed his cock to slide into me. Allowed him to break the final wall. --------------------------------- Second man in my life. --------------------------------- After Kartik... it was his younger brother. A boy I met when he was just 14. Now 22. Now a man. --------------------------------- Now... my man? No. --------------------------------- My heart whispered: "You let him fuck you… but that doesn't mean you love him." --------------------------------- I closed my eyes. A small ache sat inside my chest. Not guilt. Not shame. Just... a silent noise. --------------------------------- I love Kartik. Even now. Even after everything. --------------------------------- But my body? It needed more. --------------------------------- Kartik never touched me properly. Never waited for my body to bloom. --------------------------------- And Arjun? Last night... he waited. He kissed. He explored. He sucked. He licked. He filled. --------------------------------- Butterflies ran across my stomach as I remembered. My nipples hardened under the bedsheet. --------------------------------- I bit my lower lip softly. --------------------------------- Was this cheating? Maybe. But in my heart, Kartik still lived. I didn’t love Arjun. Not like that. --------------------------------- I didn’t love Raj. I didn’t love Prakash. But they all made my body feel alive again. --------------------------------- Kartik had my heart. But others… they touched places Kartik never reached. --------------------------------- I turned my face to the wall. Pressed my nose into the pillow. His smell still there. Arjun’s smell. Sweaty. Young. Sweet. --------------------------------- Then— the door opened. --------------------------------- Soft creaking sound. The light from the hall spilled into the room. --------------------------------- Arjun entered. --------------------------------- Wearing the same grey t-shirt and loose pants from yesterday. --------------------------------- His hair was messy. But his eyes were shining. Like he had won something. --------------------------------- In his hands — two steel tumblers. Hot filter coffee. The smell filled the room instantly. Warm. Strong. Home. --------------------------------- He stood near the door for a second. Looked at me. Smiled. --------------------------------- Said softly: “Good morning, Anni…” --------------------------------- I turned my head and looked at him. Fake anger in my eyes. --------------------------------- I didn’t reply. Just gave him a tight look. --------------------------------- He smiled awkwardly. Scratched his head. --------------------------------- Then said again, softer: “Good morning… Pavi…” --------------------------------- Hearing my name from his lips made my stomach tighten again. --------------------------------- I stayed silent. Just looked. Let him come closer. --------------------------------- He walked slowly to the bed. Placed the two tumblers on the bedside stool. --------------------------------- Then sat beside me. --------------------------------- I turned my face away. Still wrapped under the bedsheet. Still sticky between my thighs. --------------------------------- He touched my shoulder softly. --------------------------------- I didn’t react. But inside? My butterflies danced again. --------------------------------- He whispered: “I made coffee… strong… just like you like it…” --------------------------------- I didn’t speak. Not yet. Too many thoughts still moving inside me. --------------------------------- The smell of coffee. The warmth of morning. His presence. His fingers. My leaking pussy under the bedsheet. My empty chest rising and falling. --------------------------------- Everything was burning silently. --------------------------------- And we sat like that… --------------------------------- Not speaking much. Not touching much. --------------------------------- But the room was filled with everything we did last night. --------------------------------- Sticky. Golden. Forbidden. And now... fully real. --------------------------------- The bedsheet was still wrapped around my chest. Just enough to cover my breasts. My shoulders, arms, and legs were still bare. --------------------------------- The room smelled of strong filter coffee. And something else too. Sweat. Skin. Sex. --------------------------------- I sat on the bed, my back against the wooden headboard. The cotton sheet was sticking to my waist and thighs. It had soaked a little overnight — from me, from him, from everything we did. --------------------------------- The fan above moved slowly. My hair was still messy. Some strands stuck to my cheek and neck. --------------------------------- On the other side of the bed, at the edge, Arjun was sitting. He was wearing the same clothes from last night — that soft grey t-shirt and loose track pants. His hair was a little wild, and his eyes looked fresh but quiet. --------------------------------- In his hand, a steel tumbler. Coffee. Still warm. Still full. --------------------------------- He hadn’t taken a sip yet. --------------------------------- I had mine in my hands too. Held it with both palms. The heat felt nice. Real. --------------------------------- We sat like that for a while. Quiet. No rush to talk. Just the sound of the fan, and small noises from outside the window. --------------------------------- I looked down at my cup. Then slowly turned my face toward him. He saw me. Sat up a little straighter. --------------------------------- He looked like a college boy waiting for something — maybe praise, maybe scolding. --------------------------------- I smiled a little. “Arjun…” My voice came out calm. Normal. --------------------------------- He looked at me immediately. Eyes full of attention. --------------------------------- I took a breath, then started — slowly. “About last night…” I paused. Looked at him. “I didn’t plan anything. It wasn’t something I imagined would happen.” “But… I didn’t stop it.” --------------------------------- His face didn’t change much. Just a small blink. He was still listening properly. --------------------------------- I looked at my tumbler. Then at the sunlight falling on the curtain. --------------------------------- “It just… happened.” “We were close. There was something in the moment.” “I didn’t feel afraid. And you were not wrong to come near me.” --------------------------------- He nodded slowly. Still holding the cup. Still sitting straight. --------------------------------- “But I want to talk about it clearly once.” “So both of us don’t carry wrong thoughts in the head.” --------------------------------- He nodded again. “Okay, anni…” Then corrected himself quickly: “Pavi…” --------------------------------- I gave a small smile. But didn’t tease. This wasn’t a time for jokes. --------------------------------- I shifted a little under the bedsheet. The cotton moved across my waist softly. Still damp near my thighs. --------------------------------- “See Arjun… you’re Kartik’s brother.” “I’m your anni. That’s how this family sees us.” “And whatever we did yesterday — it was private.” “Very private.” --------------------------------- “It should stay there only. Between us.” “No feelings outside. No special treatment.” “When others are around, everything is normal.” --------------------------------- He nodded, seriously. Not even blinking much now. --------------------------------- I continued: “If we ever get moments like that again, when we are alone…” “If we both want… it can happen.” “But only when there’s privacy. Peace.” --------------------------------- “I’m not asking for love.” “And I’m not promising anything to you either.” --------------------------------- “You’re young. You’ll fall in love someday. You’ll find a girl. Have a proper life.” --------------------------------- “And I’m already married. Kartik is my husband.” --------------------------------- “Whatever we have now — it’s between us. That’s all.” --------------------------------- He swallowed once. Then said softly: “I understand, Pavi. I don’t expect anything from you. I just… felt close to you last night.” --------------------------------- That line made something soft twist in my chest. --------------------------------- I nodded. “And I felt that too.” --------------------------------- “That closeness — that’s okay.” “But we have to stay clear. No confusion.” --------------------------------- He nodded again. Held his tumbler tighter. --------------------------------- I added one last thing: “And if ever, even once… if you feel like this is too much, or you’re not okay — you should tell me.” --------------------------------- “We can stop. Anytime. No questions.” --------------------------------- He looked at me properly now. His voice calm. “I won’t get confused, Pavi. You don’t have to worry.” --------------------------------- That gave me peace. --------------------------------- I leaned back slightly. Loosened my hold on the bedsheet a little. Took a deep breath. --------------------------------- Felt air on my shoulder. Felt coffee in my stomach. Felt light in my head. --------------------------------- He finally took a sip. Then gave me a soft smile. --------------------------------- “You’re still looking beautiful in that sheet,” he said, softly. --------------------------------- I laughed a little. “Don’t look too much. You’ll get addicted.” --------------------------------- He smiled back. More like a boy now. Less like last night’s man. --------------------------------- We sipped our coffee slowly. Sitting on the same bed. Me — naked under the sheet. Him — dressed and sitting straight like a good boy. --------------------------------- No pressure. No drama. No tears. --------------------------------- Just two people… ...who did something wild yesterday… ...and wanted to stay smart about it today. --------------------------------- I sat on the edge of the bed. The cotton bedsheet wrapped around me — covering from my chest till my shoulders. My legs dangled lightly down, brushing the floor. The fan pushed slow, sleepy air across the room. --------------------------------- I pulled the bedsheet tighter. Then stood up carefully. --------------------------------- The sheet slipped softly down — still covering my front neatly. But my back? Completely open. From the top of my neck all the way down to my heels. Fully bare. --------------------------------- I didn’t have to look. I could feel it. Arjun’s eyes were stuck to me. First at my bare shoulders. Then sliding lower. And then stopping — exactly where I knew they would. On my ass. --------------------------------- I smiled secretly inside. Enjoyed the little mischief. --------------------------------- I turned my head slightly — half-side — and gave a small fake glare. "Don’t look at da..." I said, pretending strict. --------------------------------- He laughed immediately. Leaning back on his palms. "How can I miss this view, Pavi?" --------------------------------- I shook my head, smiling inside. But didn’t argue. --------------------------------- Without adjusting anything, still with my front covered and back open, I walked softly toward the bathroom door. --------------------------------- When I reached near the door, I caught the bedsheet lightly in one hand. Pulled it away from my body in one small easy movement. Tossed it back towards the bed — it landed crumpled near the bed and the door. --------------------------------- I walked into the bathroom, naked. Didn’t even check if he saw everything. I knew he did. And it made a warm naughty tickle in my stomach. --------------------------------- Inside the bathroom, I freshened up quickly. Splashed water on my face and neck. Used the toilet. Cleaned my pussy carefully — still feeling the small stickiness leftover from last night. A soft reminder of what we did. What I allowed. What I wanted. --------------------------------- After a few minutes, I stepped out again. Only a hand towel in my hand — drying my wet hair slowly. My body completely naked. --------------------------------- My nipples hardened under the morning air. Drops of water slid down my stomach, over my thighs. --------------------------------- He was still there. Still sitting on the bed. Still watching. --------------------------------- His eyes scanned me — slowly from my toes, up my thighs, across my stomach, to my breasts, to my face. --------------------------------- I smiled softly but made a small fake angry face. "Dei... why are you staring like that?" I said, drying my hair. --------------------------------- He laughed, not even hiding. "Pavi... you look like one fresh college girl now." --------------------------------- I laughed too. Soft. Relaxed. Wiped my hair one more time and walked to the chair. Picked up my shorts. --------------------------------- "College girl ah? Now noticing ah?" I teased, pulling up my shorts. --------------------------------- "Now only noticing full package," he said, still smiling. --------------------------------- I pulled the shorts up my damp thighs. No panty inside. The soft cotton caught against my hips, stuck lightly to my skin. --------------------------------- I picked up a loose t-shirt next. Pulled it over my head. The cotton cloth brushed against my breasts. My nipples showed faintly through. I didn’t bother hiding. Let it stay natural. --------------------------------- His eyes caught once. Then lowered — slightly shy, but still stealing looks. --------------------------------- I walked up to him. Caught his wrist. Gave a small pull. --------------------------------- "Come da… enough sitting. Let’s go out." --------------------------------- He stood up slowly, laughing. His hand warm in mine. --------------------------------- As we walked out of the bedroom together, I glanced once sideways at him. He was still smiling — but softer now. More silent. --------------------------------- And inside me — a slow naughty happiness bloomed again. Because I knew... He wasn’t just looking at me. He was remembering every second.
06-05-2025, 09:56 PM
Nice update. Wish they had another few rounds in the morning with Arjun peforming better and better. Pavi should make her husband lick and drink the well fucked pussy of her by Arjun and tell arjun and both laugh at it.
07-05-2025, 09:15 PM
The biggest joke is when she says she still loves karthik. ha ha Very nice.
07-05-2025, 10:20 PM
What happened dear? A day without any update? Strange.. Please don't keep us starved... ?
08-05-2025, 12:10 AM
08-05-2025, 09:23 AM
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(07-05-2025, 09:15 PM)Dumeelkumar Wrote: The biggest joke is when she says she still loves karthik. ha ha Very nice. Boss sorry to comment like this but every person male/female has their needs..... She married Kartik... Has 2 children from him.... She takes care of the house and household chores... Spends time with the family..... She is a home maker.... If she needs to feel the satisfaction for which she had sex with Arjun that does not mean she does not love her husband...... Love and sex are two different things in life..... I hope you are getting my point.
Val
08-05-2025, 01:26 PM
I went directly to the kitchen.
The dosa pan was too hot today. Even standing near it was making my thighs sweat. The flame was high, and I had to hold the ladle with both hands steady — the batter was thick, and cold when I touched it, but the moment it fell on the hot tawa… it hissed up sharply. Chhhh... That white circle started forming. Slow. Spreading wide. The smell of the ghee came sharp into my nose. I didn’t move fast. I just stayed near the flame. The grey shorts were already sticking to me — I had worn them without anything under. No panty. Just direct cloth on skin. And now the inside was getting wet, slowly. Not just sweat — something else too. Some old feeling, something I didn’t want to name. The black t-shirt was loose when I wore it. Now it was soft and sticky. I could feel the cloth brushing against my nipples. Because I wasn’t wearing bra also. The cotton was pressing directly onto the points — it was like they were showing themselves without permission. Every time I leaned forward a little to check the dosa edge, my breasts would swing softly inside, shifting under the shirt, the fabric rubbing slowly, making them feel… too alive. I stood like that for one extra second. Letting my body stay close to the flame. Letting my thighs touch. Letting my ass push gently against the tight cloth of the shorts — the line of it had already gone in. I didn’t adjust it. I liked how it felt. ----------------------------------------- The water sound from the bathroom had stopped. Fifteen minutes. Then, that soft door latch sound. I didn’t turn. But I heard his footsteps. Light. Slow. Barefoot on the tiles. I flipped the dosa once more — the edges had crisped up nicely. I knew he was behind me. I could feel it. The air behind my neck had changed. I didn’t say anything. I just pulled the dosa to the side. Lifted the ladle again for the next one. Then, from the corner of my eye, I saw him. Arjun. Fully dressed. Hair wet. Shirt fitting nicely. Sling bag on one shoulder. But his eyes… They were not ready to go out. They were stuck on me. On my back. My thighs. My t-shirt. My shorts. He didn’t even try to hide it. ----------------------------------------- I smiled softly to myself. Still looking at the tawa. “You’re staring too much, da.” His voice came slow. “You’re sweating too much, pavi.” I didn’t turn. “So what? Women shouldn’t sweat?” He didn’t answer. I could hear his breathing change slightly. I poured the next dosa. Bent forward just a little more. And when I bent... I felt it. The breasts dropped forward, swinging free inside the shirt. The shorts pulled tighter between my cheeks, climbing up deeper. I could feel the cloth entering — soft pressure between my lips. There was no panty to block anything. It was just cotton rubbing cotton. And skin burning under. I stood back slowly. Letting him see everything. Letting him imagine everything. Without one single word. ----------------------------------------- He came closer. Not touching. Just enough to make the space between us hotter. The stove flame was nothing compared to his body behind me. I could feel his breath near my shoulder. And the back of my t-shirt was soaked now. Sticking to my spine. From neck to lower back, the cloth had pasted itself like skin. Even my inner thighs had started sweating. The shorts were useless now — they were just small wet cloth hiding a much bigger heat. I turned slightly. Glanced at him. His eyes dropped straight to my chest. I didn’t move. I just asked softly, “Want dosa, da?” He smiled. “I want something else.” ----------------------------------------- At the table, we sat quietly. I gave him the plate. Our fingers brushed once — just for a second — but it felt sharp. I sat slowly opposite him. Crossed one leg. The shorts rode higher. My bare thigh touched the wooden seat. I could feel the coldness first. Then warmth. The sweat was already there. I adjusted my t-shirt once. But it didn’t help. My nipples were still poking out. The cloth was too thin. I saw him look once. Then look down at his food quickly. He was trying to behave normal. But his ears were already pink. ----------------------------------------- “Pavi,” he said softly after a few bites. “You were blushing.” I wiped a drop of chutney from my chin. “From when?” “When I saw you.” He smiled shyly. “In this t-shirt.” I dipped another piece of dosa. Bit it slowly. Didn’t answer. Some chutney dropped again on my lower lip. I wiped it with one finger. Sucked that finger softly, watching him. His eyes didn’t move from my mouth. I could see it. The way his shoulders shifted. The way his thigh brushed mine under the table. He was burning. So was I. But I didn’t say anything. ----------------------------------------- After eating, he stood up. Washed the plate. Came to the kitchen again. I was still sitting. My breasts were heavy now, nipples stiff inside the wet t-shirt. My shorts were soaked from inside — full, soft wetness stuck between the folds. He came near. Held the back of the chair gently. Then touched my waist. Pulled me up softly. My chest pressed against his shirt. My stomach touched his. His hand stayed on my waist. I didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Then he kissed me. ----------------------------------------- It started soft. Just lips. His mouth was warm. He pressed slowly. Then opened a little. I opened mine too. Let him in. Our tongues met. Touched. Moved slow. Deep. Messy. My body leaned forward. My breasts squashed softly against him — he could feel everything. There was no bra in between. Just wet cotton and naked skin. His hand went lower. To my hip. Then my backside. Then... He grabbed my bare ass through the shorts. Squeezed hard. The cloth was thin. My flesh was soft. I moaned into his mouth. My fingers gripped his shirt. He kissed deeper. Hungrier. But still gentle. Still full of that boy love. When he pulled back, I was shaking. ----------------------------------------- He smiled. Picked his bag. Opened the door. And left. ----------------------------------------- I stood in the hall. Breathing slow. My lips were wet. My t-shirt was sticking completely to my chest and belly now. My shorts had become useless — the cloth had climbed inside fully. My inner thighs were wet. Between my legs, the skin was slippery. And that place? It was aching softly. Missing something. I started cleaning. Moving like a dream. The heat from outside had entered fully. By 10 AM, the tiles were warm under my feet. The fan above was slow. Not helping. I was sweating again. Behind my knees. Between my ass. Under my breasts. The back of my neck was wet. Even my arms were shining. I looked down. My t-shirt had dark patches everywhere. The shorts had stuck like second skin. I touched my belly once. Felt the sweat. Felt the heat. I knew I couldn’t stay like this. I smiled to myself. “Bath,” I whispered. But not fast. I would peel these clothes off like a fruit. One slow touch at a time. From the sweat on my spine... To the wetness between my thighs. ----------------------------------------- I walked slowly to the bathroom. One step at a time. My thighs rubbed slightly. The cloth pulled deeper. And I could feel my own wetness pressing against the inside of the shorts. When I entered the bathroom, I didn’t switch on the light. I liked the dimness. The morning sunlight was peeking from the small glass window. Soft orange patches on the floor. I locked the door. And stood in front of the mirror. My chest was rising. Falling. I could see the shape of my nipples. Round. Pointed. So clear under the t-shirt. I touched one. Just once. It was hard. Alive. I pulled the shirt up. Slowly. It peeled off from my back — sticky sound. Then from my shoulders. Then from my breasts. The air touched them. Made them firm instantly. They were full. And brown. With darker tips. My nipples were like small buttons, standing straight now, aching slightly. I looked at them. My own mouth watered a little. ----------------------------------------- I removed the shorts next. Hooked my thumbs in the waistline. Pulled down slowly. It came down tight. The cloth was wet. And it had stuck between my lips. So it came down with a drag. Pulled across my clit. I gasped softly. Not pain. Just… that tingling burn. The way only wet cloth can give when it’s pulled from too sensitive skin. I stepped out of it. Now I was naked. Completely. I stood still. Let the air touch every part. My thighs were glistening. The skin behind my knees was shiny. My ass was soft and sore, still remembering Arjun’s grip. And that place between my legs? Still pulsing. Still full. I turned on the shower. ----------------------------------------- The water came slow at first. Cold. Touched my shoulder. I flinched slightly. Then I moved under it. Let it fall on my head. Neck. Breasts. Stomach. Thighs. The sound filled the bathroom. Like tiny kisses hitting my skin. My breasts bounced once under the flow. Water rolled down the curves. Passed over the nipples. Down the under-curve. Between my legs. Over my mound. I spread my feet slightly. Let the water wash everything. The soap was soft. The lather felt silky. My hand moved across my chest. Slowly. Circling. Pressing. Under the breasts. Over them. The nipples were too sensitive — I touched one and it felt like lightning. I moaned softly. Bit my lower lip. ----------------------------------------- When my hand went down, I paused. Just stood still. Then gently — I washed there. Between the lips. The skin was tender. And slippery. Just let the water and fingers clean around. And I remembered Arjun again. How he kissed me. How he pulled me. But before that? My knees softened a little. I had to lean on the wall. My whole body was alive again. And somewhere inside… Anusha’s smile flashed suddenly. I don’t know why. But her face came. That temple morning. That accidental thigh touch. And her perfume. I smiled slowly. Dirty smile. Closed my eyes. Let the water rinse all my sins. But not remove them. Just rearrange them. ----------------------------------------- After bath, I dried myself slowly. Towel hugged me tight. I came out to the bedroom. Still damp. The fan was slow. I stood near the cupboard. Picked a proper saree. Red. Because I was feeling like a queen today. First, I wore panty — soft cotton, maroon colour. Pulled it up gently over my hips. It slid smoothly over the wet skin. The band sat just right on my waist. Tight. Secure. Then came the bra — padded, front open. I slipped my arms in. Hooked the front. Lifted both breasts and placed them properly. They sat heavy. Full. Perfect. The fabric covered the nipples — but not their hardness. It was still poking slightly through. Then the blouse — sleeveless, deep back. I tied it gently. Felt the stretch against my skin. Then came the petticoat — tight cotton, waist strings. I pulled it up. Tied the knot firmly. Tucked it once. It was holding my hips like a lover. Finally… The red saree. I pleated it slowly. Step by step. Tucked it in. Covered the pallu over my left shoulder. The mirror showed my full body. Red. Brown. Soft. Shiny. The saree was hugging every inch — waist, ass, bust. I looked at myself. And smiled. ----------------------------------------- Then makeup. Only little. I dabbed compact on my cheeks. Touched kajal under my eyes. One red bindi. One soft swipe of lipstick. Cherry red. My lips came alive instantly. From tired housewife… To dangerous queen. I was ready. ----------------------------------------- I sat on the sofa. The saree folded gently under my thighs. The petticoat edge touched my knees. The waist knot was tight. My hips felt hugged. I leaned back. One breast slipped a little in the bra. I adjusted it softly. My phone was on the table. I picked it. Called home. The kids’ voices came loud. “Maa! Maa!” I smiled. Spoke slowly. Asked about lunch. Laughed with them. My voice became soft. Warm. The way only a mother can sound. My thighs shifted gently under the saree. The pallu slipped down slightly. I pulled it back. Wrapped it. Like habit. Like decency. But my body underneath? Was still hot. ----------------------------------------- It was 11 AM. The bell rang. One sharp ting-tong. I stood. Walked slowly. Opened the door. And there he was. Prakash. Security. His clothes were dirty. Shirt stained. Pant dusty. But his face was glowing. Happy. Excited. He was holding something. He raised his hand. “Madam… got the ring,” he said proudly. “From the ditch.” ----------------------------------------- My body froze for one second. Then my inner voice said: “Aah… my dog fetched it back.” I looked at his hand. The ring was there. Shining a little. I took it. Checked it. It was mine. He stood straight. Waiting for my response. I looked at him once. “How you got it?” He smiled wide. “I came early today, madam… before duty. Went to backside… cleaned the ditch with hand. Found the ring. Was stuck in mud.” I made a soft face. “Chee…” But inside? I was smiling. Proud. Powerful. He continued. “Then I cleaned it, went home, bathed, changed dress, and came on duty. Now gave it.” I nodded. Didn’t say much. But inside me? There was a warm heat. A quiet pleasure. A filthy thrill. “My dog obeyed.” Without shouting. Without begging. Just one silent humiliation. And he did it. He crawled. Dug in the filth. Washed himself. And brought it back to me. I looked at the ring in my palm. Gold. Wet. And mine. Then looked at his face. Still smiling. Still proud. He didn’t even know what he had done. But I knew. And I whispered in my heart: “Good Dog.” --------------------------------------
08-05-2025, 01:27 PM
New episodes and updates might be slower for the next 3-4 weeks due to some work commitments.
I truly appreciate your patience and support — thank you for staying with the story. We'll be back with fresh fire soon. Stay tuned ?
08-05-2025, 01:57 PM
(08-05-2025, 01:27 PM)yazhiniram Wrote: New episodes and updates might be slower for the next 3-4 weeks due to some work commitments. Not a problem Sir/Mam...... Take your time and do justice to this story and us readers...... Keep the hotness alive in every update even though the updates might be delayed..... Thanks for the wonderful update above.....
Val
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