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He opened his eyes and looked down to the boy, who was at his chest as they laid on the bed together. His short red hair was ruffled from all of Hamden’s clutching and pulling, and Bhabhi his cum was still smeared over the boy’s right hand. He smiled at Enoch. Enoch seemed so small, so helpless as his little chest rose and fell with each breath, pushing against Hamden’s old and fat body. Enoch looked up to him with those stunning eyes, and Hamden smiled down at him, gently stroking his forehead so that the hairs were neatly pushed back. “You’re a beautiful boy, did you know that?” Hamden asked. Enoch only looked up at him, as if studying his face to see if the older man meant it. “I love you.” Enoch seemed surprised at this, but finally managed a smile back. Hamden gave the boy a kiss goodnight, and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Eliza was sat at the table, the mug of beer clasped in her hands, and the uneaten dinner prepared on the table. It was already in the wee hours of the morning, and she couldn’t sleep. Well, for one there was desi the issue that Hamden had taken Enoch to sleep in their bedroom, on their bed. But the second issue that was keeping her awake was that she knew very well what was going on in that bedroom, and she wasn’t doing anything about it. Eliza sighed. Her marriage hasn’t gone the way she had imagined it. She had been only seventeen when she met Hamden, just a little older hentai than Julie was right now, and had been immediately entranced by the soldier seven years her senior. He was smart, brave, handsome and charming, and he took such a great interest in her then that she could not say no when he had proposed. But how times had changed. He had not looked at her the same way since they’d both grown old, and his eyes had been wandering, to other, younger women at first, and then to children, and finally to only the boys. Eliza knew it was wrong of course, but what could she do? Hamden had always been one to beat her whenever she stepped out of line, and so she had learnt early on how to be a dutiful wife. Whenever Hamden would bollywood spend the night with Enoch, Eliza would just sit out here, waiting, thinking, listening to her husband be pleasured by another. She heard his grunts and groans as he climaxed, and would always scold herself for just sitting idly by and allowing it to happen. What he was doing was wrong, and she knew it had to stop. The door creaked open finally and Hamden stepped out, sleepy and yawning. It was indian time for him to wake, he had to wake everyday before the sun rose as all fisherman have to, and she would then carry Enoch to his own room, and scrub and clean him before tucking him into his own bed to continue resting. Eliza would also normally already have breakfast prepared for Hamden, as was the duties of a faithful wife. But not today. Today she would stand up to Hamden. “Hamden.” Eliza said as she stood up. Hamden was still yawning and rubbing his eyes, but she knew the conversation had to happen. “We have to talk.” “Talk can come later.” Hamden brushes her off, walking right by her as he sat himself down on the table. “Bring me my breakfast, I’ve no stomach to speak with you now.” But Eliza did not budge. She was determined to say what needed to be said. “No Hamden.” Eliza said, her voice rising. 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