We started to talk about personal things and chat cracking jokes she was really comfort with me as she was to, I complimented her gorgeousness she had...a shy smile and said thank you to me ,this went off for an hour and its almost 10 pm ,inside the house it was very loud and our conversation started again and I asked her about kids and all of sudden she started to cry saw tears I was shocked and asked herMe:hey ayna what happened?She: nothingMe :am I wrong ?Sorry if soShe:no you are not ,its. I may sound heartless for saying this, but when he died at the hospital, I felt free for the first time in as long as I could remember. I could finally live my life!”“You’re not heartless at all. The guy put you through hell, and you deserved better.”She smiled. “Thank you, Rajveer. That’s very sweet.”“Tell you what. How about you and this ‘sweet’ guy discuss happier things?”Anjali raised her glass. “I’ll drink to that.”We then spent the rest of our evening talking and laughing about other. For all practical purposes I could have been the confused Private Charles Plumpick character standing at the gate of a convent, naked, with a birdcage in my hand. Only in my case the camera did not zoom out and credits did not start to roll. No, I was alone, still sort of drunk, still a little buzzed from the as-always great deep throat blowjob Simone had just given me before her departure. Of course, I would never forget the sexy cum drool into the palm of her hand and the slurp back up,. .. we both moaned a little as he said that. He pulled her up on top of him, and she moaned as he lowered her onto his cock. I stayed where I was...licking his balls as she slowly rode herself to orgasm.. she came, hard... panting and red faced, she rolled off of him.. his cock glistening with her juices. He grasped it by the base and nodded at me... "clean my cock bitch"... he said it casually, not mean, not in anger... just matter of factly. It occurred to me that he was right, I was indeed.