To aab aap age ki gatna bata hun maine monica ke maamme jhor jhor se choosne laga aur bola kisi ko pata nahi chalega rani aur hum dono is bat ko gupt ...akhenge to kaisey pata chelega Monica bolane lagi nahi bhaiya yah paap hai mai aapka sath nahi de sakti krupya karke aap yah se chale jaye mainey kaha monica dekho me tumharey saath me koi jabardasti nahi karta hun tum ekbar meri bat manlo. Wo boli nahi itne mainey monica ko bed ke upar dhaka diya aur wo bed ke upar giri maine bed par jump kiya. That evening she was informed that her husband was going away for a few days for his employer and that she was to enjoy herself whilst she was at home alone. Mmmmmm well then that decided it, she was sure he would be getting his cock seen to and probably even managing to engage with the odd pussy or two whilst away.She knew of her husbands infidelity and how could she object when she was unable to supply the ultimate satisfaction. He had never complained and she had never asked about his. Please!" in the dirt on the door facing his car. "Good idea." He said grinning mischievously getting into his car. "Asshole!" I said smirking and threatening to slam the door on his legs. "Have fun." I added when he closed the door. "Thanks… You too." Tom said as he backed out of the parking space I watched him drive out to the end of the complex parking lot in his little red rice burner. I was about to turn and go back in when I saw our "mailman" getting out of her jeep at. My parents were having breakfast. They said they wanted to talk to me. I just asked them not to say anything if it was about me getting married, again. That’s right; I was divorced a year ago. But I was in no mood for marriage again. After my divorce, to get out of depression, I started teaching painting in my friend Isha’s apartment. Painting was my hobby and was pretty good at it. With my friend’s advice, I started this painting school.But I had the classes only the evening, so during the day.