So ... what I can live with is that we don’t have the marriage contract anymore, but we continue as friends who live together and we keep the childr...n’s lives as even as possible. I do still love you. In a way. You may still love me. I don’t think we are ‘in love, ‘ that’s all. And ... at long last ... maybe it’s OK. I can’t say I won’t fall off the wagon and become a screaming Mimi again from time to time, but I promise to try to ... stay in control.”A long silence again.“I might want to. (friends i would like to narrate the story in hindi onwards to convey a similar effect). Uske baad woh wahan se chala gaya, karib aadha ghanta baad wo phir se aaya aur is baar aate hi jaldi se darwaja band karte hue jeb se ek whisky ki bottle nikalne laga. Maine uske haat se bottle le li par wo wahin khara raha, mujhe laga shayad use bhi ek sip chahiye isliye maine use pucha toh usne bola ki wo drinks nahi karta aur usne mujhe bola ki shahab aap pijiye. Maine bottle se ek hard peg banaya aur. We are best friends. Right?"I could see Howard's hard dick in the fire light. It was easily 7inches and cut. I was surprised that it appeared his balls were shaven. I took a long swallow of beer and stood up in front of him. I reached out and took hold of his dick in my right hand and started to stroke his dick back and forth. Howard closed his eyes and let a soft deep sigh of relief. He reached out and took hold of my dick and began to rub my dick and balls with his hand. Westood there a few. When she turns to exit the closet she sees Chris standing there with a raging hard- on leaving a huge print in his pants! She's shocked at first, pausing not saying anything. Her eyes go from the obvious bulge back up to his smiling face. "Um, Chris is there something wrong? I mean there is something going on but what is it?" "No, there’s nothing Miss Rashad." "Chris, look at your pants! You're aroused. I can see your erection." "Oh, that... yeah of course Miss Rashad you do that to me.