Despite numerous efforts to improve their love life: Dressing provocatively, sex manuals, videos, even porn, Rob’s lovemaking remained just plain va...illa and even those were few and far between.She once wondered if he could be having an affair but ruled it out. Other than their drab sex life there were no other indications. Besides, he was a supportive husband and father.Rob, however, seemed to be getting what he wanted while Gwen ached for more.As a result she had begun to wonder if this was. Another blast of energy fills my head; this one is a little more visceral. You look at me and mumble something. "Huh? I didn't catch that," I say.A wickedly playful look dances in your eyes, as you shift up onto the pillows. You are wearing one of the worn out, paint stained oxfords I wear for studio work, buttoned only in the middle by a couple of buttons. You repeat yourself with a demure grin. "Pervert!"Caught off guard, my brain shakes itself loose from time immaterial reeling to meet you. But everyone keeps an eye on him and makes sure he doesn’t do anything too bad. And he’s good with the customers. Especially the difficult ones; like Mrs Campbell, there, right on cue.” Mrs Campbell had the longest list of excuses that anyone could remember for why she couldn’t pay.She started to explain to George’s uncle. “I remember this, he always chivvied her into paying just enough so they did not have to foreclose”“And there is Maggie” said Max “Not your Maggie, obviously”“? Ohhh yes, she. I will be waiting.” Ramlal typed this long message and sent it to my Sneha bahu.“I just hope she comes tonight,” I said to Ramlal.“Mahender, do you remember we were supposed to do all this together?” Ramlal said.“What?” I asked him, raising my eyebrows“We both promised each other we would fuck the same girl if we get a chance,” Ramlal said.“Yes, but then I meant if we ever fuck a prostitute. Sneha is my bahu,” I said“What difference does it make? She’s not your wife. You fucked her last night,.