His handwriting was so neat and precise it was like it was mechanically generated, as easy to read as a typewritten page. She took a deep breath and s...id the two pages from the envelope:Dear Tracy,Thanks for your dogged persistence in sending the e-mail. I don't want to be the kind of person who carries a grudge forever. Today I guess the anger was softened enough to make me want to know what you had to say.It would be pointless to rehash my feelings about what happened but since then I've. She co-operated with me by moving her hands behind my head and grabbing my hair in a very erotic way. My girlfriend was getting super aroused by watching her boyfriend kiss her sister. She decided to join us and sat next to me.Asmita held my chin, turned my face towards her, and started kissing me like a hungry bitch. I was enjoying this special moment to my fullest between these gorgeous ladies. I slowly moved my hands on Priyanka’s body and made my way to her boobs.I pushed her to lay on the. .. why hadn’t they complained?“I guess they weren’t unhappy,” said Bobby.She mulled that over. It wasn’t really an explanation ... but the common sense of it was obvious. You only complained when you were unhappy about something. How could you possibly be happy if a man got you with child ... and didn’t at least marry you?“This is all so hard to understand,” she complained.“What’s to understand?” he asked. “You don’t need to worry about other women. You need to worry about yourself. It’s hard. Lori laughed, knowing her own limitations. Lori lived with her boyfriend, but my wife still had time to be jealous of her, since I talked about her all the time at home. I thought I was talking innocently enough, but Lori was a damn pretty girl, and my wife seemed to notice I tended to hire pretty girls, interspersed with a few high school boys. But I needed some more daytime help, not so easy to find, so Tracy fit the bill, so to speak. "Anyhow, Lori, just help me train her, okay? It can't be.