Then I purchased cakes and on 24 morning I went to her house on 10 am. From outside I saw whether she is there or not. I heard the noise and she came ...ut. she was dressed in pink coloured Saree with yellow blouse. It was awesome for her . then she went inside and I opened the door without knowing to her . The house remained silent . Then I kept the cakes in the hall and I went inside . she was busy in her kitchen work . suddenly I shouted“Happy birthday rosy miss”.she was really scared and. I still try. I try to come up with inspirational words, reasons, excuses. I beg, I plead. Alone I cry, my heart aching for a forsaken soul. My heart breaking for the young man that doesn’t believe his life is worth living, for a gentle man with so much to offer so many, that doesn’t want to live this life. An end seems inevitable, and I’m not strong enough to stop it. I ask him to seek help from someone, something stronger than me. He doesn’t believe it will help. He doesn’t rant and rave, he. James was loving how excited I was and he took my hand and placed it against his hard cock straining against his board shorts. I smiled and grabbed it, feeling how hard he was. It turned me on more knowing I was making him hard.James noticed that they were looking over here every so often trying to get a peek. James kept encouraging me to turn around and actually face them. They were on some rocks in the distance and so I decided to go for it. James moved over so his back was facing them so it. Cindy moaned uncontrollably and held his head tight to her pussy. He licked all the way through her orgasm and it made her twitch and bounce. Cindy laid back on the couch after her shivering subsided and closed her eyes. Jim sat back up on the sofa and now he could see tears squeezing from her eyelids. "Cindy, what's wrong?" I feel terrible, I've been unfaithful to my husband. I should have been stronger. I should have asked you to leave earlier. It's all my fault." No, it's my fault. I'll just.