“I’m not going to tell anyone about this, Susan,” Jim said, turning slightly to face her and looking right into her eyes as he spoke. “I don�...t know if Debbie told you or not, but I have a much higher than average I.Q. I’m capable of doing my thinking with something other than my dick.”“Of course you are, darling,” Susan said, laughing, “and Debbie did tell me how smart you were – I told you we share everything. I just wanted to reinforce what you already were thinking, I guess. I still can’t. You didn't use your spare time to work for your family, to volunteer to make your city a better place for your kids. No, when keeping one house wasn't enough to keep you busy, you didn't do anything for anyone but yourself. You went out and found another man to be a housewife for. That's the kind of housewife that makes the real housewives look bad."You keep telling me that you're a strong woman. Strong women accomplish great things. Can you tell me anything you've accomplished that a weak. She came from behind and closed my eyes. I was surprised because she had never touched me.Me- what are you doing?She- you’ll see. Tell me what am I wearing, then I’ll open your eyes.Me- what? I can’t tell it.She- give a try.Me- nighty?She- no.Me- chudidhar?She- no.Me- saree?She- yes. But what kind of blouse am I wearing?This is going in different direction.Me- backless?She- no.Me- deep cut?She- no.Me- fully covered one?She- why would I ask you if that’s the case?Now my dick started rising. She had thick dark hair until her hips that was styled into a nice layered hair style. She always would wear a pony or a simple side swept, hair blown hair style and it suited her.We were madly in love and I was convinced, I was going to have a great married life with her. Though I was committed to this relationship, what sealed the deal was a visit to her family. Her family consisted of her dad, mom, her sister and her. Both her mom and sister were hot cakes. Her mom though was 45 that time.