This is story of my friend Rani She lives in Mumbai From here onwards she will narrate her story. Main ek married female hon. I have one son. Who is s...udying in S.Y.J.C.? I am 35 years old. My figure is 44-30-45. I m fair and height is 55. My husband works as a production manager. The problem is that he works in night shift. From past two years he is at night shift. He leaves home exactly at 8:00 pm and comes home morning at 8:00 am. My son earlier was in boarding. But from past 1year he is at. ” Tom started to close the door.Zoe put her hand up to block the door and put her foot in the way of the door. “Wait! Mandy Smith! You knew Mandy Smith twenty years ago.”Tom recognized the name immediately. “Yeah, she and I were together in college. Why?”“She’s my mother; my biological mother,” the girl said.Tom couldn’t believe what was happening. “Are you nineteen?”“Yes,” she answered, knowing that he was catching on.“And you think I am…” He trailed off.“Yes, you are,” Zoe said. “You are my. Holy shit, what was I doing? It was as if my head had suddenlycleared. I was behaving like a little sex slave! What was worse, I wasenjoying it! I was a different person on the other side of the glass,and it scared the living daylights out of me. I thought long and hardabout what had happened. I tried to reconstruct things, and it seemedthat I was okay until I started to have sex with someone; at that pointmy mind kind of shut off and CumSlut kicked in. I tried to calm myselfdown. There. Fat Rob kisses my left hand, “That’s a nice diamond your husband got you. How long you two been married?”I can’t answer, I can barely talk. “Six years,” I’m able to get out, answering his question about my marriage to Leanna’s stepfather, Doug.“Mmmm,” he guides my hand to his weakened cock. I instinctively grab it, squeeze it, my wedding ring seems to shine brightly against his dark brown shaft.The next thing I know, the room dims, darker and darker before going pitch black. My jumbled.