Dhire dhire uski uski dard kam ho gaya phir maine uski chut me land ko phir ander karne lagaa tabhi uski chut se kuch nikal raha tha vo khun tha jo ki...uski chut ki seal tutane se nikal raha tha. Maine usko bataya nahi aur usko kis karta aur dhire dhire land ko ander karta gaya dhire dhire dard kam ho gaya aur maine shot marne suru kar diya ab use bhi maza aane laga aur vo mera sath dene lagi aur apni kamar utha ke upar niche karne lagi aur siskiya karne lagi uf uuf uff aram se Aryan me tumahari. Just didn't. No particular reason." She raised an eyebrow at me. "Is that so?" No, there was more to it than that, I thought. There had to be, didn't there? But I couldn't for the life of me think what the real answer was. On some level, it felt like just yesterday I'd been young enough that no one thought to ask why I'd "never" married. Where had the time gone? Why did everything between my last year of college and now seem like something I'd read about instead of something that had actually. I was married to a cheating, unfaithful bitch for nineteen years, eleven months, and 14 days. In all fairness, the cheating and lying only happened in last ten years. I was relatively happy during the first nine years. I was an enlisted petty office then and worked two jobs plus my Navy job to put food on the table for my little family. I worked two hours as a TV repairman (they actually repaired TVs back then) after my Navy job and also acted as a tailor for all the young sailors at the base.. I was concerned about it, fearing she was already having second thoughts about committing herself to this radical change. I approached the subject obliquely, preferring not to agitate her further."I know this sounds trite," I teased, "but it was good for you, too, wasn't it?"She smiled sheepishly and nodded."The best I've ever had," she murmured. "You are a real stud."We both chuckled at that."So, the evening hasn't been a complete bust?" I asked.My lover briefly glanced down at her overflowing.