In retrospect I should have realized that the minute I became his wife that his work came before all else. I used to love his business trips when we d...ted and were engaged. I had plenty of time for my girlfriends, and I had a whole big wedding to plan so it was okay that he was away all the time. Now that we've moved to California, I have no friends. No family to visit. Plus the wedding is over, so I have no events to plan. I was starting to go a little stir crazy in this house and then he. By the by i am Suraj i am 22 year old. This story is about my mom. Her name is Shyama, she is a perfect mallu woman. She is 47 years old, curly hairs till waist, not much fatty, she is 36-34-38. She has been in Mumbai for a long time but her mallu accent is still there. When she walks I notice every one finds to have a look of her, she is not that fair but not that darker too. She is a very spiritual lady, u can identify it with her chandan ka tilak which she always put.Coming to the story, we. She started to relax a little and rested her head back onto his shoulder, putting her arms behind her head to cradle the back of his neck. With him here she figured he might have her strip for them and maybe make love to her while they watched. No matter what, she could just follow his lead and it would all be over soon. Suddenly he pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. "See?" he gloated, "Look at this fuckable body!" She was shocked to hear his coarse language and to be the focus. 'More oysters.' said Uli solemnly, and Trudi nodded.'Where are we going?' I asked as the taxi wound through Vienna's evening traffic. I was sandwiched between Uli and Trudi and hadn't a clue where we were. There had been some talk of blindfolding me, but I'd put my foot down about that one.'Never you mind, ' said Trudi. 'Tell us where you're going to be next year.''Either Lithuania or Brussels, ' I said happily, 'and at the moment there's a bidding war going on. There are so many people wanting.