I must havegrabbed a little too hard I guess because he let a big puff out of himand doubled over with his face all screwed up."Oh Mr. Fritz! Did I hu...t you? I'm so sorry!"I wasn't, really, but it never hurts to be polite. An Angel is always alady."Anyway, Mr .Fritz, I've got to go now, but I'll be back tonight totalk about that scholarship ? and maybe you can show me some more ofthe Indian yoga!"I grabbed my clothes and got out of there as quick as I could.I hurried home as fast as my little. .ham jese tese neha ke ghar pohoch gaye..wo bike par se utri or meri nazar unke breast par padi or me unhe ghoor kar dekhne laga…unka shape alag hi nazar aa jo ki size me 32 ke honge me unhe nihar raha tha or itna kho gaya ki bhool gaya wo mujhe hi dekh rahi thi…unhone ek ajeeb se smile dete hue poocha kya dekh rahe ho..me us time kuch keh hi nahi paaya…fir unhone mujhe unke saath aane ko offer kiya or kaha”barish bht tez he tum abhi mere yaha ruk jao” mere man me to jese laddu footne lage. ..”Sally finished his sentence: “I know that’s it’s not our fault. So why do we feel guilty?” She then burst into tears, taking a tissue and holding it to her eyes.Mike shrugged and chose his words carefully. “It’s possibly because as we were the innocent dupes; we were the good guys in our marriages and they were the bad guys. Even so, I don’t feel they deserved what happened to them.”Mike’s mind drifted back to the evening of the confrontation. After Nicki had left their, or rather what had. Probably in his late 60s. He was slowly wanking a big hairy cock and loving the sight. When she had finished, he told us how wonderful it was and asked if we both liked piss games. He said that he and some of his friends loved that but it wasn’t very popular at the club and they sometimes met at one of their private houses for a piss session. He asked Gill if she would like to come along one time. She wasn’t sure but I could see her thinking about it. He was apparently one of the cuck husbands.