Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

"Rohan?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you. For last night. For everything."

He walked back to her and kissed her forehead. "Thank you. For trusting me. For giving me everything you have."

"I gave you more than my body. I gave you my heart."

"I know." He cupped her face. "And I'll take care of it. I promise."

She smiled, that beautiful, vulnerable smile. "I know you will."

He finished dressing and walked to the door.

She followed him, wearing only her saree, her hair still loose.

At the door, he turned back.

"I'll text you," he said.

"I'll be waiting."

"I will text you tonight."

"Tonight."

He kissed her one last time, deep and slow, full of everything he couldn't say.

"See you, Mamta darling."

"See you, Rohan."

He walked out into the morning light. The street was quiet. The world was still waking up.

Mamta didn’t move, she just stood at the door, watching him go. She was still wearing only her saree, her body still warm from his touch.

She touched her lips, remembering his kiss.

He loves me. He really loves me.

She smiled, a smile she hadn't worn in years.

And I love him. I love him so much.

She closed the door and walked back inside, the silence of the house wrapping around her like a blanket.

Last night had been everything she'd ever dreamed of. Everything she'd ever wanted. And more.

I'll never forget last night. Never.

She walked to the bedroom and looked at the bed, the rumpled sheets, the pillows still holding the shape of their bodies.





Rohan pulled out his phone and texted Anjali.

Rohan: I'm on my way home.

Anjali: How was it?

Rohan: Perfect. She was perfect.

Anjali: Tell me everything.

Rohan: When I get home. I'll tell you everything.

Rohan: What is Neetu doing?

Anjali: She is still sleeping.

Rohan: That is what I want. Keep her sleeping, when I get home. I want her in the bed.

He pocketed the phone and walked toward his bike, the memory of her body still warm against his skin.

He is excited to get to Neetu now.
It will be exciting to enter into Neetu’s hot, tight and wet pussy.

Neetu does not know that I had just claimed her mother, made her completely mine.

Now I am going to get into her pussy. Warm and welcoming just like her mom.

I'll never have enough of her. Nor enough of her mom. Never.