” “I’m not like you….” She said, pointing at my lack of underwear. “You’re a woman, right?” She nodded her head. “You love your ...usband, right?” “Yes.” “You want him back?” Another nod. “And, you love to fuck women?” “Yes, god, yes,” she said. “When you licked my pussy, I died and gone to heaven. I love the soft touch of a woman, her soft tits, and her sensual lips. When you danced on that stage earlier, I fell in love with you, with all women over and over again.” “Then why do you. )She: Han thoda aage hi hai.Me wahin jaa rhi hu apne office.Me: To me aapke sath chl skta hu wahan tak?She: Sure.Then we started talking about ourselves.The basic things.And baaton baaton me she told me about her 2-year-old daughter.I said: Apko dekh kr lgta nei h ki apki daughter hogi.You look so young.She: Han,bht log bolte h ye mujhe.(smiling)Me: Shukar hai aapne bta diya..Me to aap par line maarne waala tha.Hahahah.She: Hahahha.To ab maarlo.Hahha.I was shocked.She was interested in me.She:. Then: ‘That’s good, that’s fine. Now let it all out. All of it. All of your hidden feelings. I want you to express them all.’ A wash of unwanted emotions emerged, in the wake of the public revelation. Anger, bitterness, fear, misery, ennui, all of these tore their way up through her vocal chords. Twenty years, they’d been married. Twenty years, of quietly raising Jenny, of being the perfect mother, of being Michael’s perfect wife. Twenty years. When Amanda had been Tamsin’s age, she vowed to. All of them. I put my hands on her ass and found the tight waste-band of her yoga pants. I pulled down and her ass spilled out like it was trapped. She wore some fancy underwear that she obviously used more than often and I pulled them down too. She smelled raw and sexy and i kissed her ass gently as I cupped the the cheek. This was happening. I turned her around to see she had no bush. This girl didn't let herself go. I wanted to please her. and so I stood up. lowered her onto the couch and.