Fir bhi mene wo red gown pehen liya.Jab wo ghar me padhane aaya to me uske saamne se nikli.Mujhe red gown me dekh ke wo smile dene laga.Jab uski tuiti...n khatm hui toh usne mere husband se pucha sir, or toh ghar ka koi kaam nahi ne.Tab mene bola ki garden me safai ho rahi he use jaake dekh le taki labour thik se kaam kare.Wo garden me chala gaya.Me bhi thodi der baad chat pe chali gayi or raju ko waha se dekhne lagi. Wo niche tha par baar baar upar hi ghure ja raha tha. Fir usne apna phone. So far as he could tell, this diner had his third favorite diner flavor coffee. This was an old diner, a physical reference to times and ideals past. The floor was spotted and reflectively speckled, the ceiling was popcorn – and equally reflective as the floor, the walls were spotless glowing stainless steel, and the counter top matched the floor in pattern, as did the footrest for the counter top stools. The neon accents were perfect. This particular location was a functioning work of art. “Straddle the trunk like your brother,” he ordered the child, his cock aching to ejaculate its seed.The girl did as she was told and straddled the trunk, which exposed her anus and tight little cunt forcing her bottom wide apart. The look on her face as she turned her head to one side and pushed her little bottom out, both quickened his pulse and stirred the lust in his cock.Then a thought came to mind. The boy still stood to one side, crying fitfully, as he rubbed his burning bottom.“Come here. The bar was crowded and I began drinking heavily. By midnight I was blitzed and Jeff offered to drive me home. I took him up on his offer. We walked to his car and he put me in the passenger seat and then he walked around to the drivers seat. When he sat down he didn't start the car. Instead he looked at me and told me that my husband was a fool for cheating on me. He began telling me how attractive I was. How he had had a crush on me since he took the job. How he had often thought about me.