And that had been my strongest dream once.And it was a promise made, right? After all, I had told her once that if she ever felt it, or us, wrong she ...ust had to tell me and I would walk. And she was right, I didn't own her. Maybe that was the problem. That time I had tried to tell her how I felt, so long ago, she had reacted very strongly telling me that nobody could own anyone. I still don't know the answer to that one, but I knew that if I ever found anyone again I would want her to want to. N shayad se ye baat bhabi ne notice ki but kuchh boli nhi. Uske baad maine himmat karke unka no. Maanga. But unhone refuse kr diya. Par next day unhone ek chit pe apna no. Likhke muze diya n maine apna. Aur boli k khud ho k cntct mat krna.Uss raat karib 10:30-11 k karib uska msg aaya. Aur humari chatting suru hue. Aise hi ganeral baate krte krte bhabi ne pucha.Bhabi: tumari koi gf h.??Mai: filhal to nhi h.Bhabi: zut mat bolo. Ab muzse kya chhupana.Mai: are sach bhabi. I’m single.Bhabi: isliye. “Glad to see you, too, Miss Miller.” Then it registered. “You’re alive!” I threw my arms around his neck, buried my face against his chest, and really began crying. I didn’t want to look up. The face I saw might not be Matt’s. This could all be a dream. But I recognized his hard body, his special smell, and his gentle touch as he stroked my hair. When I did dare to look, all I could think to say was, “Really, what happened?” “I quit.” “You can’t just quit—can you?” “My mission was. Sometimes when my wife Traci and I would be making love, my mind would flash back to what I had seen and I would have a fantasy about my wife with that huge black cock. Afterwards when she could tell that I had a great orgasm, she would ask me what I was thinking about. I would always make something up because I didn't want her to think I was that big of a pervert.As time went on, the fantasy continues to grow in my mind and she would continue to ask but I would not tell her. One day at work, I.