For my surprise she is not there on bed. Then I went to the window which is nearer to next room window and tried to hear what is happening there.I sho...ked to hear my wife’s moans coming from that room. Really I got angry and thought of calling them. But I realized that if anybody comes to know it I cannot show my face to them. So I kept quite and tried to observe what they are doing. After some time my wife’s moans increased like any thing and with a big moan she stopped moaning. I know they. I thought you might enjoy this, C’If I’d felt tense and panic-stricken at the start of the message, I felt positively suicidal and on the edge of the cliff when I’d read this message.There was only one way to interpret Chris’s message. The bastard had indeed used his day together with Jill to turn her around. To persuade her that I should be the one who she abandoned, rather than Chris. That it should be him she accompanied to California, rather than staying as planned with me in our family. Trembling as i keep my eyes locked on my boyfriend as instructed. Feeling my jeans with my panties roughly pushed down to my knees feeling the cold night air over my now exposed ass and sex. His rough hand running over my cheeks cupping my ass feeling m*****ing it. I try to remain calm and relaxed. His voice again breaks the night air "ummm yes" he grunts "this will do just fine as my downpayment till you bring me the rest." I swallow firmly as my boyfriend mudders some excusse as he always. Then, just as they were planning on children, he was gone. The river outside of the property had flooded. He wanted to check the traps any way. The muddy banks couldn’t hold his weight, and before he could cry out, the river sucked him away. The search parties never found his body, but they did retrieve his worn work shirt, shredded, and bloody lying on some river rocks, twenty miles out of town. She still missed him, two years later, and some days she wondered if the pain would ever go away. .