Then She slowly removed my pallu and started fondle my left breast …..goddd…it was so nice nobody treated my body like that even my husband . In a...point she pressed my boobs so tight and I moaned in loud voice. She immediately kissed my lips. While smooching she was unhooked my blouse and started pressing my breast over bra.Then she hugged and turned me towards her. I was like powerless and a toy like whatever she does to me i was enither objecting not responding well. She unhooked my bra too.. We loved one another, how could the truth damage our marriage, I wondered for the thousandth time. I opened the door and called his name only to be met by an ominous silence. Walking to the kitchen, I saw the note under the refrigerator magnet: "Returning the video to Magna's. Will bring pizza back with new video."Breathing a sigh of relief, I made for the shower, as if to wash off any evidence of my misdoings. I was toweling my hair, wearing a white terrycloth robe over a tee-shirt and panties. As I moved along the driver’s side of the van, I already had the silenced pistol in my hand and had turned off the ears.As I moved closer to the driver’s door, I could see him in the mirror, or rather his cigarette. He appeared to be very relaxed and was obviously not paying a lot of attention to his surroundings. Bringing the pistol up, I moved forward silently in a crouch, to came up in front of the door and fired two shots into his head through the open window.The only sound was the sliding. The answer is simple, though it takes several years to learn to accomplish the art easily. I have sensors in my head which tell my brain that I am falling over. My brain interprets those signals and sends commands to my legs and feet to make minute corrections which keep me upright. Those corrections are sent automatically, and I have no conscious feeling that they are being sent. When people of my species are very young or very old, the brain does not send these signals so well, and we have.