I loved your father, still do, but ... well, he's dead and I have changed too much to be the same woman that he married, even if he still wanted that ...irl. I wronged him, anyway. I wish that he was still alive, that he would show up, so I could beg his forgiveness, not only for being so rotten to him, but also for being unable to return to him as his wife, not ever again. I want to stay with Jane. I'm sorry, but it can't be helped. I love her more than I've loved any person that I've ever met,". Slowly she came closer and kissed my cock. Licking my cock slowly down the whole shaft she put her lips on the head and slowly engulfed my cock in to her mouth. She made me stand on the bed and took my shorts off. She got on her knees and started sucking on my cock. She looked up at me and smiled saying she knew I had a big cock but had no idea it was so big. She started licking my balls. I asked her to take her sari off. She took her sari and whatever else she was wearing. Mrs. Ahuja. For that week my husband, Shashidhar, had gone to Bangalore along my kids, to attend a marriage of his sister’s daughter. I pretended sick and did not go. The telephone was dead. I had no way of contacting, Babulal, my darling tailor that he was. I waited impatiently till 6PM and could not wait any more. I left the house with an umbrella and went to Hanuman Chowk in Mulund where he had his shop. The shop was closed. I was fuming with anger and lust. I came back in an auto. I switched the geyser. Everything seemed normal, in fact. No cops, no strange cars parked in the street, nothing. Hands trembling, he pulled into his narrow driveway. When he finally pulled into the garage behind the house, he put the truck in park and killed the engine."Lord," he whispered aloud, "if you let me off this time I swear, I swear I'll never do that again. I swear it."George wasn't religious. But prayers like that had worked in Vietnam. It'd been that long since he'd needed them. He got out of his.