Adultery A Sexy Lactating Housewife And Some Ugly Low Class Men

[Basic]

Now finally Dipa realised that she is in love with Usman chacha. Dipa and Usman chacha a good love and sex story.

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--Next Teaser--

Dipa leaves Sameer and her Son for 10 days to stay with Usman Chacha. Dipa gives Usman chacha daily baths ending with blowjobs.

Keep the likes coming,
2 out of 20 likes so far,
1 comment out of 10.

[Basic]

Keep Shabina chachi away. Dipa and Usman only.

[ashuezy2]

Keep Shabina chachi away. Dipa and Usman only.

How can another woman resist when 2 people are having sex ? Will she not participate ? Women when aroused are totally uncontrollable. Have you been with a woman before?

[Vissle]

Awesome update. Finally Dipa will take care of Usman chacha. She will sleep in same bed with Usman as wife. Usman and Dipa a new couple ?

[Vissle]

Writer first of all don't worry about likes and comment. More you write slowly slowly people will gather read and then they will appreciate your work. You will get your recognition soon. I hope Dipa and Usman update will come soon.

[RajV]

Firstly thank u very much for restart the theme.
Threesome is a welcome addition i feel, adds variety. They can be old couple like Usman Sabina or some younger ones later on.
You can in future something like the ritual displayed to immediate family, Mom/ father in law of the person or the younger ones of the family. A crossover between healing and lust.
At home make Arun a sex slave, let him massage her thighs/ back as she watches TV feeding Tukun and siting with Sameer.


short summer poems

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Arun's timeline will be like -

- One Day Dipa is going to seduce Sameer into having a massage being done by Arun.

One massive Update -
There will be a new Character "Shanti" that is Sameer's mom, she is going to come and spend time with Dipa and Sameer, Arun will be directly involved in Shanti Saga.

Shanti will be a Bisexual mom that is extremely yoga fit with massive breasts, she will also be lactating as she is taking drugs to introduce milk.

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Total Likes on Usman story: 13 !
Need 7 more for the next update.

[sadlura]

Thanks so much for continuing the story. Do keep the spirit of filthy sex and bring back the beggars and septic tank cleaners too.

[abcturbine]

brilliant building..keep it slow and kinky..also include introspection of Dipa as much as possible..her love for usman and her cherriness.....rest you are amazing...

[Vissle]

It seems everyone likes Dipti and Usman relationship.

[ashuezy2]

Why are you guys so much interested in old poor dude fucking a rich classy lactating woman ?
I don't have such fantasies, I am just writing to keep you folks happy. But feel free to enlighten me.

[Tiger hero]

Dear  brother,
Can you remove all mistakes and repetition from my thread * true orphan love by breastfeeding wife* and complete this story in extremely innocent conservative mode from your account. You can edit and improvise my story with my consent and can upload it from your account with my permission I have already requested admin to delete my thread as soon as possible due to many mistakes and repetition in my story...waiting for your response. 
Many thanks

[Tiger hero]

Too much hot erotic and arousing loved it

Dear Rizzi brother,
Can you remove all mistakes and repetition from my thread * true orphan love by breastfeeding wife* and complete this story in extremely innocent conservative mode from your account. You can edit and improvise my story with my consent and can upload it from your account. I have already requested admin to delete my thread as soon as possible due to many mistakes and repetition in my story...waiting for your response. 
Many thanks

[ashuezy2]

Dear  brother,
Can you remove all mistakes and repetition from my thread * true orphan love by breastfeeding wife* and complete this story in extremely innocent conservative mode from your account. You can edit and improvise my story with my consent and can upload it from your account with my permission I have already requested admin to delete my thread as soon as possible due to many mistakes and repetition in my story...waiting for your response. 
Many thanks

@Admin, please assign this thread to me. Also remove Tiger's post so that we have a linear storyline without too much confusion.

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Saga 6 - Scene 1 - Usman Miya - Jahar(Poison) ka Ejaculation
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The small hut had become her world. For ten days, Dipa had left Sameer and her son, immersing herself completely in the life of Usman and Sabina. Her days fell into a simple, profound rhythm, a cycle of care and carnal healing that left no room for her old life.

Day 2

It was mid-morning. The air was thick with the heat and the smell of cooking oil from a nearby hut. Usman was sitting naked on a low wooden stool behind the hut, in the small, private space by the canal, shielded from view by a flimsy, hanging sari. He was weak, but his eyes were clear and full of a quiet, worshipful adoration for Dipa.

Sabina: He is getting stronger every day, beti. Your presence here is the only medicine he needs.

Dipa: The body must be pure to receive the healing. Now, help me lift him.

Dipa, wearing only an old petticoat and blouse of Sabina's, was also barefoot. Together, the two women helped Usman stand as Dipa poured buckets of warm water over his frail body.

Dipa: Hold him steady, Chachi.

Sabina: Yes, beti.

Dipa took a rough bar of soap and began to wash him, her hands moving with a tender, practiced efficiency. She washed his back, his chest, his arms, her touch both clinical and caressing. Sabina watched, a look of profound gratitude on her face.

Usman: Your hands… they feel like a blessing, beti.

Dipa: Shhh, Chacha. Just be still.
She knelt before him, washing his legs, his feet. Her hands moved up his inner thighs, getting closer to his groin. He was already semi-erect, his body responding to her intimate touch.

Dipa: Now for the most important part. The source of his sickness… and his cure.
She took his soft, thick cock in her soapy hands. Sabina smiled, a knowing, encouraging look in her eyes. Dipa began to wash him, her fingers sliding over the shaft, cleaning the head, cupping his heavy balls. Under her touch, he grew fully, powerfully hard.

Dipa: You see, Chachi? The life is returning to him.

Sabina: It is all your magic, beti.
After she rinsed the soap from his body, they helped him sit back down on the stool. He was clean, his skin gleaming with water, his erection jutting proudly from his lap.

Dipa: Now, Chacha. It is time for your final medicine for today.
She knelt on the ground before him. He looked down at her, his breathing growing heavy.

Usman: Beti… you…

Dipa: Shhh. A patient must take his prescription.
She leaned forward and took his hard cock into her mouth. He gasped, his back arching, his hands coming down to clutch her hair. She began to suck him, a slow, deep, rhythmic pull, her tongue swirling around the thick head. It was not an act of lust, but of administration. This was his daily dose, the vital energy he needed to live.

Usman: Ahhh… beti… your mouth… it gives me life… it pulls the poison out…

Sabina: Yes… take it all, my husband. Take her cure deep inside you.

Dipa continued her work, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm. This was her purpose now. She was the giver of life, the healer, the sacred vessel. She felt his body begin to tremble, his hips starting to thrust weakly against her mouth.

Dipa: (pulling away slightly) Not yet, Chacha. The medicine must be taken slowly.

She slowed her pace, teasing him, controlling his release, her power absolute. She would give him his climax, his moment of healing, but she would do it in her own time, when she had decided his body was ready to receive it. He groaned, completely surrendered to her will, a patient in the hands of his beautiful, divine healer.

Usman: But I am ready! You have made me ready! My cock is hard for you, beti. It has been dead for so long, and you… you have resurrected it. It wants to give you its thanks.

He groaned, his hips pushing forward, trying to force himself deeper into her throat. She controlled him with the gentle pressure of her hands on his thighs.

Dipa: Soon, Chacha. When the poison is ready to come out.

She resumed her work, her pace picking up, her mouth working him with an expert skill that made his eyes roll back in his head.

Usman: Oh, A-lla-h… yes… right there… it feels… I can feel my blood moving again… I can feel my heart beating stronger! You are a miracle! A houri sent from paradise to save me!

Dipa: I am not a houri, Chacha. I am your medicine. Now… I can feel it building. The sickness is ready to be expelled. You must gather all your remaining strength.

Usman: I will, beti! For you, I will do anything!

Dipa: I want you to give me everything. All of it. Do not hold anything back. Release the poison into my mouth. I will take it. I will swallow it and make it pure. It is the only way. Are you ready?

Usman: Yes… yes… I am ready! I’m… I’m about to… Dipa…!

He pulled all of his energy together, his frail body tensing, his hands gripping her head tightly.

Usman: Take it! Take my life! Take my soul! I give it all to you! Ahhhhhh!

He roared, a sound of pure, primal release, as he erupted, flooding her mouth with his hot, thick seed. Dipa did not flinch. She took it all, swallowing with a serene look of concentration on her face, completing the final, vital step of the healing ritual.

Sabina: I am so proud of you beti, today is only the second day and you already are making him healthy. 

Dipa: I am trying my best. 

Sabina: Looking at this Canal, I like it here. We can hang few more sarees. 

Dipa: I know what you mean. I am here for both of you. 

Sabina: Oh, beti. I knew you would understand.

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Saga 6 - Scene 2 - Usman Miya - Jahar(Poison) ka Ejaculation
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Usman sat on the low wooden stool, a look of profound, peaceful exhaustion on his face. He was spent but content. Dipa stood before him, her body glistening with water, the salty taste of Usman's sperm still on her lips.

Sabina: He is at peace now, beti. But you have given so much of yourself. The ritual has left you humming with power. It is not good to leave a vessel so full of energy.

Dipa looked at Sabina, a silent question in her eyes. Sabina picked up a few more old, faded saris. She moved with a quiet, deliberate purpose, stringing them up on the line next to the others, creating a thicker, more opaque wall of fabric that completely enclosed a small section of the canal bank where the water lapped at their feet. From his stool, Usman could now only see their ankles and the shifting colors of the fabric. He could only guess what was happening inside. Sabina turned to Dipa and took her hand, a conspiratorial, hungry glint in her eyes.

Sabina: He has had his medicine. But the healer must also be cared for. I was so horny for you, beti, watching you give him so much. I cannot be left behind.

She led Dipa by the hand, pulling her inside the makeshift sari enclosure. They were now hidden from the world, in a small, private temple of their own.

Sabina: You are so beautiful when you are like this. So powerful. Your skin glows.

Dipa: It is the work, Chachi. It fills me up.

Sabina: Then let me help you release what is left.

Sabina knelt on the packed, damp earth by the water's edge and pulled Dipa down gently in front of her. She took Dipa’s face in her hands, her thumbs stroking her cheeks.

Sabina: You gave him your mouth. Your throat. You took his poison. Now, give them to me.

She leaned in and kissed Dipa, a slow, deep, cleansing kiss. Her tongue swept into Dipa’s mouth, tasting the remnants of Usman, tasting Dipa herself. She licked Dipa's tongue clean, sucking it, tasting the leftover poison as if it were her sacred duty. It was not a kiss of demand, but of worship. Dipa melted into it, her hands coming up to clutch Sabina’s shoulders.

Dipa: Yes, Chachi… yes…

Sabina’s hands slid down from Dipa’s face, over her shoulders, and cupped her breasts. The soft nipples were still hard and exquisitely sensitive.

Sabina: Let me drink… I want to taste you.

She lowered her head, taking a nipple in her mouth, her tongue laving the raw flesh, her lips suckling gently. It was pure, focused pleasure.

Dipa: Ahhh… yes… that feels… so good…

Sabina suckled at one breast, then the other, her hands roaming Dipa’s body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips.

Sabina: Now lie back, beti. Let me worship you properly.

Dipa lay back on the soft, damp earth of the canal bank within their enclosure. Sabina moved between her legs.

Sabina: You gave him his release. Now, I will give you yours.

Her mouth descended, her tongue finding Dipa’s clit with an unerring accuracy. Dipa gasped, her hips immediately beginning to buck and grind against Sabina’s expert mouth.

Dipa: Oh, Chachi… you… you know…

Sabina: I know what your body needs, beti.

She continued her worship, her tongue a masterful instrument, bringing Dipa to the very brink of orgasm. But then she stopped, pulling away slightly.

Dipa: (a breathy, desperate whimper) Chachi… please…

Sabina: Shhh. The front has been purified. But the ritual is not complete. A goddess must be clean everywhere. You took his poison in your mouth. Now I must ensure no trace of it remains anywhere. It is my duty to clean you properly.

Before Dipa could process her words, Sabina moved lower. Dipa felt a wet, warm touch on her ass crack. She tensed, a jolt of shock and a new, forbidden thrill shooting through her.

Dipa: Chachi… what…

Sabina: Be still, beti. Let me do my duty.

Sabina’s tongue began to trace the delicate line between Dipa's ass cheeks, moving slowly, deliberately, from the base of her spine downwards. Dipa had never felt anything like it. It was shockingly intimate, a violation that felt like a benediction.

Sabina: So soft here… so perfect…

Her tongue found Dipa’s anus. Dipa gasped, her whole body clenching. Sabina licked the tiny, puckered hole, circling it, teasing it.

Dipa: Oh, God… Chachi… that is… a dirty place…

Sabina: (her voice a low murmur against Dipa's skin) There is no dirty place on you. This is where the body holds its deepest secrets. To clean it is the highest form of my devotion to you.

She probed gently with the tip of her tongue, and Dipa’s body, despite her mind’s protest, relaxed and opened for her. Sabina pushed her entire tongue inside Dipa’s ass.

Dipa screamed, a raw, sharp sound of overwhelming, unbearable pleasure. Her hips bucked wildly, her back arching off the ground. Sabina held her down, her tongue working deep inside, licking and cleaning the inner walls of her rectum with a slow, rhythmic intensity. It was the most profound, most invasive, most ecstatic sensation of Dipa's life.

Dipa: I’m… I’m cumming! Chachi, I can’t stop!

With a final, desperate cry that was swallowed by the flimsy sari walls, she exploded, her orgasm a violent, full-body convulsion that went on and on, a release so powerful it felt like her very soul was being emptied onto the sacred ground by the canal.

Dipa lay on the damp earth, her body trembling in the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm. Sabina was still kneeling between her legs, her face glistening, her eyes shining with a look of pure, unadulterated devotion. She gently stroked Dipa’s inner thigh.

Sabina: You are clean now, beti. The last of the tension is gone from your body.

Dipa: (a soft, exhausted sigh) Yes, Chachi… thank you…

Sabina: But the ritual is not complete. Now, I must be anointed with your new, pure essence. I need the your water, beti. The final cleansing.

Dipa looked at her, confused, her mind still hazy with pleasure.

Dipa: My water? What do you mean?

Sabina lowered her head slightly, her voice dropping to a reverent whisper.

Sabina: Please, beti. Urinate on me.

The words, so calmly spoken, shocked Dipa back to a sharper reality.

Dipa: What? Chachi, no! I can’t do that! You will become dirty!

Sabina: Your water cannot be dirty. It is the final purification. Please, beti. Do it. The canal is right here. I will clean myself in the cool water afterwards. But first, I must be anointed by you. It is the only way to truly seal our bond.

Dipa stared at the woman, at the absolute sincerity and desperate need in her eyes. It was insane. It was disgusting. And in the twisted, sacred logic of the world they had created in this small sari tent, it was the most perfect, logical next step.

Slowly, without another word, Dipa relaxed the muscles of her bladder. A warm, golden stream began to flow from her body, splashing onto Sabina’s upturned, worshipful face.

Sabina didn't flinch. She closed her eyes, a look of pure ecstasy on her face as the hot liquid streamed over her cheeks, her lips, her chin, and down her neck.

Sabina: Yes… yes, beti… wash me… purify me with your water…

She opened her mouth, trying to catch the stream, to taste it directly from the source. Dipa watched in a state of stunned, powerful arousal, her hips rising slightly to give Sabina better access. 

When Dipa’s bladder was empty, the stream stopped. Sabina remained kneeling, her face and chest drenched in urine, a look of blissful peace on her face.

Sabina: Thank you, beti. Now I am truly yours. The bond is sealed.

She stood up, her wiry body gleaming, and walked the few steps to the edge of the canal. She waded into the cool, murky water and began to wash herself, rinsing Dipa’s essence from her skin with the same reverence she had shown in applying it.

Dipa sat up, watching her. The image was surreal: the naked, anointed priestess performing her ablutions in the canal, the first light of dawn beginning to pierce the sky behind her.

Sabina returned from the water, clean and refreshed. She came to Dipa and helped her to her feet.

Sabina: Now, my goddess. Let me help you dress. The world is not yet ready to see you as you truly are.
She gently helped Dipa back into her clothes, her touch now possessing a new, deeper intimacy.

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Saga 6 - Scene 3 - Usman Miya - Jahar(Poison) ka Ejaculation
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Day 3

The next day’s sun was bright and hot. Dipa and Sabina led a slow but steady Usman to the canal bank for his daily bath.
The flimsy sari enclosure from the day before was still there, offering a modicum of privacy.

After they had washed his frail body, Sabina went back to the hut to prepare his food, leaving Dipa and Usman alone in the small, private space. He sat on the low wooden stool, clean and wrapped in a fresh lungi, looking at Dipa with adoration.

Usman: Come closer, beti.

Dipa, who was rinsing out a rag in a bucket of water, was in a strangely romantic mood. The intensity of the past few days had left her in a state of heightened emotion, a tender affection for this old man whose life she now held in her hands. She smiled and sat on the damp earth at his feet.

Dipa: What is it, Chacha?

Usman: Just… let me look at you. In the sunlight. You are so beautiful. More beautiful than any woman I have ever seen. When you are near me, I forget that I am old and sick. I feel… I feel like a young man again, seeing his first love.

Dipa: (giggling softly) You are a flatterer, Chacha. A very naughty old man.

Usman: No, beti. It is the truth. My heart… it was a dry, dead thing. And you… you have made it beat again. When I think of your milk, your mouth, your touch… it is the only thing that makes me want to see the next sunrise.

Dipa: You will see many more sunrises. I will make you strong.

Usman: I am already strong when I am with you. But… I am still hungry.

Dipa: Sabina Chachi is making your food right now.

Usman: Not for that food. For the real food. The medicine only you can give me. Please, beti. Feed me. Here. Now. In the open.

Dipa looked past the flimsy sari wall. A few people were walking along the path on the other side of the canal. They would be able to see. The idea was terrifying. And thrilling. A hot wave of arousal washed over her.

Dipa: But Chacha… people will see us.

Usman: Let them see. Let them see how a healer gives life to a dying man. I want the world to witness your mercy. Please, beti.

She looked at the pleading in his eyes, felt the familiar throb of her own desire. She nodded.

She turned to face him fully, unhooking the front of her old, borrowed blouse. She wore no bra.

Her huge, heavy breasts swung free, luminous in the morning sun.

Just then, two women from the slum, carrying pots of water, walked by on the path. They stopped, their eyes widening in shock at the sight.

Usman didn't hesitate. He leaned forward and took her nipple deep into his mouth, his suckling loud and greedy in the quiet morning air. Dipa gasped, her head falling back, her fingers tangling in his white hair.

Woman 1: Aunty! What is this? What are you doing?

Dipa opened her eyes and looked at them, not with shame, but with a serene, otherworldly calm.

Dipa: (her voice soft and romantic) I am giving a reason to live to a man who had forgotten how. Is there anything more beautiful in this world?

Woman 2: But… he is a grown man! You are feeding him from your breast… in public! Is he your father?

Dipa: He is my child. He is my responsibility. He is my most devoted worshipper. I am the river, and he is a man dying of thirst. Should I deny him a drink?

The women stared, completely baffled by her poetic, shameless reply. They didn't know what to say. They exchanged a confused look, shook their heads, and hurried on their way. Dipa smiled and looked down at the old man feeding contentedly from her body.

Dipa: You see, Chacha? The world does not understand. But we do.

She pressed his head closer, a queen offering her sacrament to her most loyal subject, uncaring of who might be watching.

Usman continued to suck Dipa's milk in the open, his rhythm strong and steady. The public nature of the act, the risk of being seen, only heightened Dipa’s arousal. Her nipples, under his expert mouth, became more and more erect, swelling until they felt like hard, sensitive stones, inches bigger than they were before. She looked down and could see Usman’s own body responding. A thick, powerful erection was straining against his lungi, the head of his cock pressing against her thigh. The sight sent a jolt of pure power through her. Her milk was not just food; it was a potent aphrodisiac, a resurrecting force.

Usman: (pulling away from her breast, panting) Beti… your milk… it fills me with fire. Look… look what you have done to me.

He gestured down at his lap, where his erection stood proud and defiant.

Dipa: (a slow, satisfied smile) That is good, Chacha. That is the life returning to you. The medicine is working.

Usman: My body feels… young again. But it is a painful feeling. It is a hunger that needs more than milk.

Dipa: I know. The healing is not yet complete. The channels of life must be fully opened.

She looked at his magnificent erection, then back at his face. 

Dipa: A fire that is not given a purpose can burn the house down. We must channel this new energy.

She reached down, her soft hand closing around his hard, thick cock. He gasped, his eyes wide.

Usman: Beti… what are you…

Dipa: Shhh. I am your healer. I know what the cure requires.

She began to stroke him, her hand moving in a slow, steady rhythm. The flimsy sari wall offered a fragile privacy, but the sounds of her hand sliding on his flesh were clear in the quiet morning air.

Usman: Oh, A-lla-h… Dipa… your hand… it is softer than I ever dreamed…

Just then, Sabina’s voice came from just outside the enclosure.

Sabina: My husband? Dipa-beti? I have brought you food.

She pushed aside one of the saris and stepped inside. She stopped, her eyes taking in the scene: Dipa, topless, kneeling before her husband, her hand expertly jerking his massive cock, while he sat on the stool with a look of pure, agonized bliss on his face. Sabina didn’t look shocked. She smiled.

Sabina: I see the medicine is working very well today.

Dipa: Yes, Chachi. The fire has returned to him. But now we must guide it.

Sabina: You are right, beti. The root must be healed as well as the flower. Let me help.

Sabina put the plate of food down and knelt beside Dipa. She placed her own hand over Dipa’s, their two hands now stroking him together.

Usman: Sabina… Dipa… both of you… I… I am in paradise…

Dipa: This is good. But his energy is too strong for just our hands.

She looked at Sabina, then back at Usman.

Dipa: I must take him inside me, Chachi. It is the only way to complete the cure.

Sabina: Yes, beti. Of course. You are right. 

Dipa stood up and, without a shred of hesitation, unwrapped her sari, letting it fall to the ground. She then untied the string of her petticoat. She stood before them, completely naked, her magnificent body glowing in the sun. She moved to Usman and gently pushed him back until he was lying on the ground, his erection pointing up at the sky.

Dipa: Now, Chacha. Give your cock to me.

She straddled him, taking his cock in her hand and guiding it to her wet, waiting entrance. She lowered herself onto him with a long, deep sigh, the feeling of him filling her a profound, satisfying release.

Usman: Dipa… Dipa… Dipa…

She began to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, grinding circle, her heavy breasts swaying above his face. Sabina watched, her hands clasped as if in prayer.

Sabina: Yes, beti… ride him… fuck the last of the sickness out of him…

Dipa leaned forward, taking one of her own nipples in her fingers and squeezing a stream of milk onto Usman’s lips.

Dipa: Drink, Chacha. Fuck me and drink my milk. Take all the life I have to give.

He drank greedily, his hips thrusting up to meet her every downward movement. The small, private enclosure filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, a symphony of slapping flesh, wet suckling, and ecstatic moans, a holy, profane ritual enacted in the bright light of day.

He was sucking Dipa's milk with her erect nipples inside his mouth and Dipa was riding him, her vagina fully wet, she was holding Sabina's arms. Usman was ready to cum inside.

Dipa: Wait, I must quench my thirst first first.

Sabina: Beti, let me help you. Here take my nipples and suck them they will help you climax faster.

Dipa sucked Sabina's big round rose coloured nipples, taking them full in her mouth.

Sabina: Oh, beti ! You suck so well.

Dipa's body started shaking, her legs weak, she couldn't move, she just sat on Usman's cock. Usman sensing Dipa Ejaculated inside her, filling her up. 

Usman: Ya A-lla-h! I am so happy. 

Sabina kissed Dipa on her lips and hugged her.

Dipa: I am feeling so much in love with you Usman. You keep me happy and satisfied. I don't want to be locked inside a home anymore. I love it here in the open. So much to explore. I am missing out on so many things. 

Usman: Beti, sleep next to me today.

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