The printer was finished now so he closed the message he had read and printed and went on to the next one. For the next hour he moved mechanically, se...ecting and reading messages, printing most of them and then forwarding copies of all of them to his own personal email account. By the time he was finished with the messages his eyes were filled with tears, and he knew that his marriage was over.After taking one last look at Keri's email account at Crosby and Knox and not finding anything else. .May ye sunke or jor se dabane laga or usko kiss karne laga maine uskii saree bhi utar di ab vo sirt bra n panty may thi red n blue bahot sexy lag rahi thii maine apne mobile pay uske photo nikale or phir hay shuru ho gaya maine uske chut ko hatt lagaya ommgggg uski panty puri gili ho chuki thii mere hat pura bheg gaya maine usko chata or uski panty ke under hat dalke chut ko maslne laga vo or jor say mon karne lagi kehne lagi chodo muze mere raja bana do muze apne lund ki diwani chodo muze. Then I opened the drawer to the bedside table and retrieved a large feather. I saw the flash of anger and fear in his eyes. Daddy was painfully ticklish and he HATED to be tickled. Licking my lips, I placed the tip of the feather on his forehead, lightly dragging it over his face… throat… chest… the side of his body… across his stomach… over his cock… balls… inner thigh… over one knee to the foot and the sole… He was twisting furiously, trying to squirm away from the feather. He was laughing,. Because you’re not happy. He would release you of your promises in an instant just to see you smile again.’‘And you know this because... ‘‘He told me, ‘ Tabatha confessed. ‘He came to me for advice, and I told him the oldest answer in the book... ‘‘If you love someone... ‘ Alana thought, suddenly feeling a lightness as though a heavy weight had lifted from her shoulders.“Set them free,” Tabatha whispered out loud.“But he doesn’t deserve to lose me again,” Alana wept, sinking down onto her knees.