But it didn’t seem as though I had a choice as Milly told me she was going to start talking to her about things and slowly bringing her round too it... She seemed to think she could do it, as apparently in her younger days my wife was a bit of a slut before I met her. Milly would not take no for an answer and told me I didn’t have a choice (she said it with a knowing grin). I suppose I had to come to terms with the fact that it might happen. All Milly said I had to do was start fucking her again,. "What makes you any different? Seems to me you got real friendly before you asked me for the money."That took her aback and she had no quick response."Actually you ARE different from them. You not only whored for the rent, you lied about it. They aren't liars. They told me exactly what was going on." Those ... those ... Sluts!" Well, there you might have something. They may be sluts, but they are honest sluts. You're a dishonest whore, but I sure can't call you a slut. You probably don't even. The coffee was good and plentiful and that made me wonder what I had for making coffee at the house. I got a big to go container with a spill-proof cap and used the cup holder in the Wrangler for the first time as I headed back to the house to answer the coffee question.I found no coffee and no coffee maker in the house. I found two tea pots and a wide assortments of teas. The James' had been tea drinkers, darn it.It was Saturday May 28th and it was a long weekend holiday. The roads were filled. .Want to urgent talk with you.Me:little busy text you in an hour.Galtise mera or mere frnd ka zagda ho gaya tha kisi batse to me uspe kafi gusa tha islye mene kya bol diya mayuri uspe muze kuch b guilt nai tha.Usne muze uske baki affairs k bareme pucha mene sab sach sach bata diya aur ye b bata diya tumari pics n nude videos bhi dikhaye muze krk..Wo ekdam shock ho gayi k ase kese ho sakta he mene usko samzaya ki dekho u can trust me usne muze jo kuch bhi dikhaya wo sirf mere tak hi he usne fir.