Jaanvi: Thanks and now, where are you looking at?!Now, I understood that she had noticed me looking at her breasts all the time. So, I confessed and s...e laughed again.Me: Am I not allowed to look there?Jaanvi: Wait.Saying that, she removed her camisole and bra and showed me her hot breasts with pink nipples. I felt very much happy and she said, “Now, you can see without any interference”. (Again that beautiful laughter).Then, I asked her to take off her hot pants as well and she did. I saw her. He caresses both ass cheeks, first lightly then with more power, kneading my flesh possessively. One hand circling clockwise the other counterclockwise.“Ohh!” I moan when the fingers of one hand dip into the crack of my ass gliding over my butthole. When the other hand follows, I shiver. No guy has ever touched me like that. I never realized how sensitive it can be.As he continues the intense massage, my excitement goes through the roof. The bastard caught me unprepared. I cannot move without. Some jeans and a worn out gray shirt covered what she guessed was a fair amount of muscle to go with that fair amount of fat.How had she not sensed him? Jacob didn’t look surprised, but she was, and she snarled as the unknown man started to walk toward them.“I’m not leaving,” Jacob said. “Jack’s disappeared.”“ ... has he?” Azamel said.“As if you didn’t know.”“Perhaps I didn’t?”“Well, you know now. And I bet you know what’s happened to him.”Azamel raised a hand, and blocked Mark’s forward march.. Inside, I am bitter. Every ‘thank you’ I receive hits me in the chest like a sledgehammer. Every time someone tells me I am brave or strong I want to vomit on my shoes. I hate being a good woman. I hate being a good wife. I hate that it’s all I can do, that it’s all I know, that it’s all I can ever be. Every day is another regret. Every night is another fantasy of escape. Each time I leave my house, even if it’s just a visit to the grocery store or coffee shop, I cry at the thought of.