They had a very busy life since both worked all days of the week, with Sundays disappearing with household chores.Life was routine and robotic for Cha...an and Shruthi. Charan was in the middle management for a reputed company with a handsome package and stress-filled work.When Shruthi started her career, it was stress-free at the beginning. But these days, Shruthi had hectic schedules to keep up at the college, and the work at the house front kept her fully engaged.Shruthi has lost her sexual. Her blouse tore open; baring her breasts to view. Before either woman had a chance to react, the tattoo on Debbie’s chest shimmered for a second before the ghostly figure of a knight on horseback appeared between her and the old man.The knight pointed his lance at the old man and frowned. The horse upon which he was mounted danced in place, but the lance point remained steady; aimed at the old man’s chest. The old man stepped back and stared at the mounted knight. In a strangled voice, he. He loves to have sex with me multiple times a day. Lately, he said he would just love if he could watch me have sex with other men or women. He said it would really turn him on, to just see me with other people. I love my husband very much, and I pretty much always do what he likes me to do. “Baby, I want you to have sex tonight with one of my business partners. You’ll love him. He's kind of on the chunky side, but I want to see you be with a heavier man.” “Really. He's fat?” “I just want to. As te years went on mom had many friends like Angela. Some were around for a while and others were gone before I could remember their names. They all seemed to have that similar "mannish" quality about them. I would realize that mom preferred these types of women. But for the moment my head was swimming with questions that I dare not ask. "We're just friends," was a standard response to any probing question I did attempt to ask. As I got older mom could leave me home alone and she could go.