The silence is deafening.I miss my wife, greeting me with a kiss, hearing her say, "I've missed you so much, I'm glad you're home." I climb the stairs...to our bedroom and sit on our bed, listening to you breathe. It's the most wonderful sound in the world.I undress and shower. Climbing under the covers, I move over close to you and find you lying on you side, your back to me. Leaning over you I kiss your shoulder, my fingers softly touching your soft skin. I whisper, I love you Tammy, I can only. At Right corner side there was space so I rushed towards, suddenly I heard horn sound from back from dio and i looks back and gave wrong look and I started to park.Again I heard someone calling I looks back , that was by same person but good thing is HER , she was good-looking and by her dress I come to know that she is a muslim..I said what? She requested that she want to buy some stuffs urgently and in her home everybody are waiting ,so she wanted to park her dio in my place, by listening. It strained his control to keep his hands off them, and -- he promised himself -- that control would disappear when they were in her private rooms. When she led him through the door, he closed it behind him and took her in his arms. She came willingly enough. As he kissed her, he slid his hands down her back to cup those provocative hips.The cowboy had certainly taken the invitation. Bridget reveled in the kiss, enjoyed his hands on her bottom. When he pulled her against him, she could feel. We haven't spoken in six years." She gave a sudden laugh. "Can you imagine? He runs for governor on an anti-gay, anti-immigration platform, Mr Family Values and all that, and then a couple of weeks before the election videos of his daughter having kinky sex with her illegal-alien maid come out." I'm glad you can laugh about it." His admiration for Amanda Westphal was growing. "Why haven't you spoken to your father in six years, if you don't mind my asking?"She took a sip of beer, and said.