I made the call, or tried to, several times. No answer. So that was the deal. I was being fucked over by my woman. Oh yeah, fool I had been, snookered...I had been, and now about to be divorced from the only woman I had ever loved. The coldness of it hurt me more than the thing itself. Nothing. No conversation, no please forgive me buts. Nothing, just a process server, and a moment of horrible hurt frozen forever in time and burned into very fabric of my soul.The interesting thing was, that for. She teased him about how he had watched her over the past week. But it was an innocent tease and they both laughed in a relaxed mood. A bottle of beer appeared and Aya giggled as she grabbed it. John nodded and she took a big swig. Perhaps the swig was a bit too big. Aya laughed too hard and some of the beer shot out of her nose in a wild spray of yellow. They both laughed madly as Aya bent over double with crazy giggles. John grabbed the beer from Aya’s slender hand. He took a big swig. They. Of course, so did vacuuming the house, grocery shopping, folding clothes, listening to the news, steaming broccoli, and breathing! Ok, almost everything made her hot. But not quite like archeology."I know. I'll be careful, I promise. I'll call you everyday. I have to do this, honey." Her eyes were bright. I had my doubts about getting any sleep tonight."So, when do you leave?" I asked. No sense in fighting this. This was her life. I wouldn't want to interfere."As soon as possible. Tomorrow. The. Maine usko bed pe liyata ar uske boobs ko sahlaya wo mast ho gayi ma ikapde utar diye apne ar uski b utar diya ar doodh pina shuroo kiya abiha ke boobs bade nhi the par smart the chote se chusne m bahut maza aa raha tha……Usko kiss karya doodh pita huaaa chut pe jath rakh ke ungali dali wo b mera sath de rahi thi dheere se maine uska boobs bada diya wo dar gayi.Maine usko bed pe litaya thandi ki raat thi abiha ne lower ar t shirt pahne tha maine wo utar diya ar poote jism pe kiss kiya …Wo pagal.