When that happens, what you're in love with is sex... but not necessarily the woman you're having sex with."That made sense. I nodded, and told her wh...t I thought that meant."So slow is better, because that gives you time to think about things, and keep things in perspective." Exactly!" she said. "My ex-husband and I thought we were in love with each other, but he was in love with the sex, and I was just his chance to have it whenever he wanted it. When someone else came along, he did the same. "Alexandria, open the door." I stared at him through the glass panes on the door. I went into the kitchen and took my medications. "Those are a lot of pills." He shut the kitchen door but remained where he was. He even wiped his feet on the mat. "Get out of my house." "The door was open." "Just because the kitchen door was open it does not invite you in. Now leave before I become impatient." "I don't want to be threatening." He came towards me now. "But I could overpower you as easily as a. First of all, I still consider him my husband and always will. I truly loved him, no matter what anyone else thinks. I’ve read many reader comments. I’ve been called a bitch, cunt, whore and many other names. Many wished me shot, stabbed, gang banged and even killed. I was a little overwhelmed with some comments. There are a few facts that Bob left out or forgot about. I’m not here to hurt his memory but to tell why I did some of the things I did. When I first met Bob I fell head over heels in. .Fir maine dheere dheere sapna ke boobs dabane laga or wo moan karne lagi mmmm aaahhhhhhh pls dheere darf hota hai…Or fir maine uske nipples maslne laga.. Uski siskariya or b tej ho gai mein uske nipple chusne mein busy tha isliye pata nai laga kab sanjana sapna k honth chusne lagi….Or sapna sanju k boobs ke saath khel rahi thi.. Maine sapna se apna concentration hata kar sanjana pe kar dia or isko piche se pakad kar uske boobs press karne laga..Uski tshirt ke upar se hi uske bina ko jor jor se.