Her age lines were a little more visible under lights. (Which just made me feel more awesome for picking her up). She told me her name, which I pretty...much forgot instantly. I told her mine, and she paused.......... She stuttered a little and said, "I think I know who you are..."My mind was racing! I thought, "Who the fuck is this chick and why does she know who I am?"So I asked her, "How do you know me? Did you google me?"She laughed and enquired about my sister. Now shit was gettin weird.She. " She hated the term, but it described her to a "T."We spent that whole weekend fucking and sucking. First at her place, then at mine. A week later, Paddi-Ann moved in with me. That's when things began to change.Oh, the sex was always good. But when we weren't fucking, she became harder and harder to live with. Nothing was ever good enough for her. No matter how much I did for her or how much I gave her, it wasn't enough. She could always think of something I could have done. And she constantly. Lakin meri biwi ko bohat maja ara ha tha. Isi tarah usne do char bar hath lagadiya gal pe.aise hi usne ek photu le li, phir usne muje kaha ke aap bhi ajaye. Aap dono ka lelu. Phir usne muje meri biwi ke piche khada rakha aur mera ek hath meri biwi ke boobs aur dusra hath jang pe rakhwaya wo aise karke meri biwike boobs aur jang ko chuliya tha. Wo bhi bohat khus nazar araha tha. Fir usne ham dono ke eak tasvir khinh li.Meri biwika saree ka pallu piche ki taraf tha to usne kaha ke madam ye aap. ‘What are you doing in my room?’ She demanded, looking like she was about to break and run. I jerked the towel down to cover my crotch, it was barely big enough and I had to hold it there since it wouldn’t reach aound my waist. I was also still sticking out quite a bit from my earlier messing around. ‘This is MY room, what in the hell?’ I demanded. She leaned back and looked at the door, then at the paper in her hand. ‘1540, yep. This is MY room! Who in the hell are you?’ ‘Jerry Hansen, I just.