Azaz ne mummy ko kitchen mein dekh aur bola, “Memsahib, salam.” Mummy ne Azaz ko touch kiya aur bola ki, “Mujhe bhul gaye kya?” Tab Azaz ne bo...a ki, “Nahi memsahib aap meri rakhel ho aap ko kaise bhul sakta hun?” Tab mummy ne bola ki, “Fir wapis kyun nahi aye?”Azaz ne bola ki woh kam mein phas gaya tha. Mummy boli, “Main taras gayi hun tumhare liye.” Azaz ne bola ki raat ko aata hun tab mummy boli ki abhi chalo. Azaz ne bola ki sab ghar par hai. Tab mummy ne bola ki, “Koi problem nahi hai. We. So, where are you heading?"-----It was a thought had never really had crossed her mind. Where had she been going? She shrugged softly, letting out a long held sigh, and told him the closest to the truth which she could. "To be honest, I'm not really sure. All I know is if you hadn't have come along I might not of made it the night..." Her words had struck him as real, perhaps it was her appearance. Even though her hair was wet, matted, and tangled, her skin was soaking wet, as well as her. There she was now, with her knees up, and legs spread apart, straining is hard as she could to push more of my cum out. She kept asking me, "is it out?" And I kept telling her, "No, there's still more each time you push." She checked the iPhone again. That's when she sort of surrendered to the situation. She started to laugh and said, "It's two minutes until one of my best regulars is going to knock on my door. I'm as sweaty as a racehorse from fucking that long, and there's no time for. Then I grabbed one of my wife's necklaces. Up to that point I had never, ever worn anything of hers. Really. I always had my own things. But for some reason, I thought it was important to wear something of hers right then. Back then, I don't know why I did it. It was a total impulse. Now, I think I know. I think it's because I know that she and I are really made for each other and I'm not complete without her. I know that sounds hokey and I know, given everything that's happened, you'd have.