So life went on. They were more comfortable with each other now, and often remissed about childhood days, spent together. Fighting, laughing, playing ...ide and seek.One day Kalim came home and found Sonia crying. She normally waited at the dining table for him to come home with a glass of water. Today she was sitting on the chair sobbing. Instinctivly he went to her, placing his hand on her head, he lifted her chin and asked the matter.I have to go to Pakistan she sobbed, I am to be maried to a. I have no idea why I did it or what even put the thought into my head. Just one or two seconds is all it took to change my life forever.My wife is what some might call pleasingly plump. At five feet, one hundred and twenty-five pounds (a good bit of it stuffed into her 34C bra) she is a voluptuous bombshell. Add long black hair that hangs down to her ass and legs that just cry out "fuck me" when she wears heels and you have a walking wet dream. She's always hot, ready and willing to fuck and it. ”Markus realized too late that he’d exclaimed that out loud. Fortunately, no one was listening to him - they were all staring lustfully at the Chinese girl, who had thrown her shoulders back and was beaming with pride.Not only did she have the right dimensions and the right stature and the right height ... she had the right name.She still wasn’t completely right, but she was as close as Markus had seen, and without even realizing it, he’d started walking towards her.“Shaved pussy,” he found. “Tonight let’s ... whoa...” he pauses, in shocked, to look her over. “What are you wearing?”The girl has her back to him, working at the kitchen counter. “I’m making you a drink, Daddy. One ice cube or two?” She turns to face the man. Wearing only a red thong with the lacey triangle barely covering her cunt, she has a strapless bra to match and her garter supporting a pair of black silk hose. Zaria stands there in her fuck me shoes, as Yesenia had called them, which make her almost as tall as.