I mean, err... I could not utter more. What could Maya say? She enjoyed the male massages and kneading enormously, much like a slut? Guru-ji probab...y understood that. Guru-ji: Okay Maya, I can understand it was morally very painful to adjust to such treatments you being a housewife, but seeing your wet pads yesterday I assessed how much pleasure you extracted. Maya: Yes I had heavy discharges both times. Guru-ji: Good Maya. But I do not want you to concentrate on any other thing till today. Marie leaned over, picked her son up, and pressing him to her breast gave him a loving kiss on one cheek while Carol kissed the other. When Jake Snyder came home from work he found his wife and their son sitting on the sofa with Carol. It was evident that the ladies had been crying off and on all day. Their eyes were swollen, the collars of their dresses were wet, and they wouldn’t stop holding hands, even as the tears rolled down their cheeks. Jake knew the news he was about to hear was not. He liked the thundering pulse of life here. Some of the best times in his life happened here. Leaves from the Army spent partying on the beach and chasing all the pretty girls in those teeny bikinis. Hell, he even caught a few. He and Marilyn had vacationed here in happier times. Looking down the beach he saw a familiar face walking his way. It was the last person he expected or wanted to see. Leslie the Bitch. She walked up and surprising him, kissed him on the cheek. ‘Hi Rob. How are you?’. I knew who wrote it, as he knew me, a neighbor from a few houses down the street where we lived, a widower for a few years now, a flasher who indecently exposed himself to young girls as they walked past on their way to school, myself having seen him a few times in his morning glory, but never reported him, more shameful on my part, as his desire for me through his erect manhood, was the basis of my own self-abusement, where time and time again, he succeeded in possessing me against my wishes,.