Manisha came upstairs to clean up and make herself presentable. I had moved into the bed very smartly and woke up as soon as she got out of washroom.
“Manisha has the match started?” I asked her in a sleepy tone.
“Not yet, there is still half an hour more,” she replied nonchalantly.
I got from the bed and followed her to our living room where Kishanchanji was comfortably sitting watching the TV. It seems it had rained heavily and the match had to be called off. So, nothing much happened that night and we both went back to sleep again without wasting much time.
The next morning, when I woke up, I couldn’t find Manisha next to me. It was already 10:30 in the morning and Manisha was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for us. She is an early riser but I am sure even she must have got up very late today. I quickly got up, freshened up and joined her in the kitchen.
She was making egg omelet for breakfast. I hugged her from behind and started kissing her. She was pretty hot from last nights tryst and returned my kiss fervently. While kissing, last nights scenes went through my mind. These were the same pink lips that were penetrated yesterday by Kishanchanji’s lucky penis.
I again looked at her to envision what it would feel for an old man like Kishanchanji to have sex with such a young lass. We were into the act while all this was going through my mind. It didn’t last for long as the milk she had kept for boiling overflowed. Manisha worked on cleaning the gas stove as I moved to the dining table for my daily dose of news. I, however, just couldn’t get the last-night scenes out of my mind and blurted out