Ek din hum doston ne bahar picnic par jaane ka programme banaya. Who 2 din ka programme tha. Mere ek dost ka shimla se upar pahadiyon main ek farm hou...e tha. Hum sab ek jeep main sawar ho kar wahan pahunche to wahan ka nazara dekh kar main to madhosh ho gaya. Pahadiyon ke beech se nikalta hua jharna aut hare peedon par badal sawar the. Ek dum janat lag rahi thi. Tabhi meri nazar jharne par nahati hui ek ladki par gayi jo bina hichak apne badan ko ragate hue naha rahi thi. Mere dost bole ki chal. We live in a no-fault state and she would get 50% of our assets and I would have to pay her some alimony as I made more than she did but it was probably worth it to get rid of her cheating ass. Being self-employed I didn't have a retirement plan but I put money in my IRA which she would share. Proof of her adultery wouldn't help much in the divorce court, but I would know for sure she was cuckolding me and maybe get a little revenge that way. A lot of the guys in the stories put pictures of. His chest solid and strong. Not the pert nippled, pectoral bound heart throb of her age but the solemn dignified furry chest of an older man. His embrace comforting and consoling. His love gentle, patient, experienced and satisfying. She had not had those dreams for some time and Joshua had stopped being a fantasy, he had become a project. A target. A test of her seductive powers, a measure of her fresh womanhood. Sash creep up to the front door and opened it. The instant she did loud voices. “Hmn?”“Remember when we used to play doctor in the spare bedroom closet? Remember that?”“I’d rather notremember, please,” and she underlines some word in the book.“There was nothing--nothing--softer than those tiny hairs growing on your snatch.”“Oh for God’s sake, Ryan, shut the--”“Ha-ha! Oh, and Gloria?”“What!”“I can still feel your tongue…oh, wow.”“Shut up!” she says, and she’s red-faced; oh we can be so cruel, I know--and she sits up and throws her pillow at me hard, drops her forehead.