The story may seem like a bit long, but I would like to keep it that way so that I can narrate each and everything. All the names or persons and place... (a slight deviation) in this story have been changed in order to maintain the confidentiality.I, Robert, aged 29 now and I am married. I am basically from Kerala and currently living and working in Mumbai (Navi-Mumbai). And this happened almost a year ago. You guys might know of those dating smartphone applications. There are a hell lot of them. " I thought those might be disturbing," Ellen said, cocking her head at the children, "so I had them healed. Julie, you really put on a show for the boys on Saturday night."Julie blushed. "Thanks. It was a lot of fun."Sandy screwed up her face. "How can something like that be fun?"Julie looked at Sandy for a moment, then said, "Sandy, it takes a lot of pain, administered a lot of times, before the human brain turns pain into pleasure. It is a defense mechanism of the brain. I don't recommend. However, the image on the treadmill lingered and kept coming back during the next few days.Arse was looking good. Arse was close. Klaus was perving on mature now, very shapely buttocks after a strict steady regime of regular workouts. Miriam was stretching, touching her knees, doing a quality warm up before getting ready for a new set of weights. She was toning and shaping like a woman possessed. Her mission was recapturing Hamish’s lost cock.Klaus lost control. Well it’s usually males who do.. She undid his destroyed left pigtail and brushed itinto his palm before retying it and securing it tightly in place. Sheagain redid the bows and ribbons, matching them perfectly and then woundher curling iron into his hair until they heard a familiar voice."How's it going, Jan?" said Bret, walking towards them and kissing Janon the cheek. "I'm so sorry. I'm running a little late, but is Peytonready?" As soon as I can finish this curl, she is?" Jan smied, realizing Bretdidn't recognize Peyton.