It’s all I believe in anymore. Aside from the life-changing and heart-crushing power of it, though, I want the small things that go along with givi...g your soul to another person. I want to go to sleep with somebody beside me who won’t be gone in the morning. I want to share cigarettes and coffee, watch old movies and hold hands in parks. I want somebody to touch my cheek and tell me they love me, and mean it with everything that they are. I want hugs that last for hours until we both fall. I told Rick my wife was still going to be home in about 3 hours and he said that was plenty of time for him to fuck me one last time. It wasn't too long after that, Rick was hard again as he pile-drived his massive dick in and out of my ass while I sat on his tree trunk sized thick cock. This time, I rode him. Feeling more confident, I urged him on. Feeling pretty confident by this point, I teased Rick about my wife. "Am I doing a good job," I asked. "Are you still going to tell my wife?" Rick. Now coming back to my story after seeing there red faces of both the painters ,nidhi got amused(she was looking hottest woman in black bra and petticoat)so she wanted pankaj first and then shankar second because of his heavy built body as she wanted to get warm up by pankaj lol & she well placed her mobile on rest of table clock so that i can see all whats happening in the room through face time,she didn’t get shy and told shankar to paint bathroom door first at back side so that he will be. I looked at the collection of papers and clippings and threw my hands up in the air and cried out to the Almighty, "Why Me?"I didn't care. I'd had at least my own full share of problems and a good many of them caused by her. If she'd had a bit of a rough life too, frankly it just wasn't my problem.I tossed this collection of mailings (postmarked from Houston) aside unread and refused to look at them for a good three days. I also didn't sleep for about three days and gave up one night about 3.