By day she’s a suburban housewife, by night she’s a wild c***d! Please come on up Mrs. Smith!”Her eyes got wide as she looked at me. “Yep, y...u’re going to put on a show tonight. You’re going to get up there an dance for the good people, and strip right down!”“Oh shit” was all she said. After a few more moments of hesitation, she started to walk up to the stage. I walked behind her and got a good seat in front. She stepped up the back of the stage and was walked behind the curtain by the. If anybody passes through in front of their house they will clearly get know that someone is enjoying in their max, after about one hour rathode left getsup from his bother and sleeps beside her vijaya is looking like a slut women who is been enjoyed her sex , her bangles were broken her hairs were meshed up her sindor is vanished by half which resembles women who had sex with her husband in her first night.No one can say that this two persons in the room are mother and son ,they even says that. We left the bar and went to where she was staying, went up to her bedroom and started making out, she had all my clothes off and was playing with my cock and balls. She said remember when you wanted me to tie you up and have sex with you? I said "yes" she said; would you like to try that tonight? I said sure as my cock was jerking around from all the nasty talk she was talking. She got out a couple sets of handcuffs and cuffed me to the bed then she blind folded me and left the room, in about 5. It was inevitable we would be thrown together.He was an odd man. Completely self possessed, he had risen from very humble beginnings. He had lived with his wife and another woman as lovers while attending college, and after thirty years apart the had reconnected. She was openly living with them as a second wife and lover to both.He got me to do a few guest lectures, and write a piece or two for the local paper.I would write for the Wall Street Journal and the New Yorker on a semi regular basis,.