I was, but I ended it months ago.” “You must be getting good at it,” I said. I regretted it immediately when I saw the hurt in her eyes. “Sor...y. It was a cheap shot.” She touched my cheek and looked into my eyes. “I’m sorry, too. I know I hurt you.” She turned and picked up her glass and took a drink. She looked straight ahead at the bottles behind the bar and said, “It took me a long time to get over it, too.” “It’s okay, baby. I survived.” She turned to me and studied my face and a great. .Raat k 11baj gye hote h wo sofe pr nanga baitha hota h jaise he main uske same ata hu wo mujhe dekh kr khush ho jta or uska lun meri aankho k samne khade hone lagta h(aj uska lun bada or mota lag rha hota h)wo mere pas ata h or mere gaalo ko kiss krne lgta h or mujhe ekdm se godi mein utha kr bedrm mein le jata h or mujhe bed pr fenk deta h or meri high heels utar kr meri legs or thighs ko kis krta h or fir mere hontho ko chumne lgta h mujhe bhi tharak chad rhi hoti h main bhi usko kiss krne. Sally’s lovely, sugary pink tit and pale nipples, her juicy, tight cunt, her sweet, ass.She fantasized how good it had been to watch her young mouth suck on her son’s cock as she pressed her tongue up that sweet, steaming pussy, holding the girl’s smooth ass cheeks.As she fantasized, her hips jerked back and forth vigorously on her son’s prick. His hands became the hands of Sally, his cock becoming her finger. Crazy ... crazy to think of his cock as a finger. A cock was much better than a. "Tell me about it, being an army wife was simply on a larger scale, with backbiting, malicious gossip and the occasional outright lie if someone wasn't liked," said Jenny."So you have experience?" giggled Pamela."Oh yes, I behaved despite the temptations because I knew Tom would return ... and then he did, but not the man I was expecting," Jenny finished with a sigh."He may recover, don't give up hope," said Pamela."I haven't," said Jenny, although her greatest fear was that Tom would be lost.