Don't stop at the bars on the way. Get some rest and I'llsee you tomorrow. If you need to talk about this I am the wrong person,but you have to find s...meone. Now go home."I made my excuses to some people, grabbed my jacket and left the office.It was about a fifteen minute walk home and the cool fall air helped myhead. As I walked I looked over at the Stop Light Grill but theywouldn't open until noon. Jack's was a block out of the way. Playing agame I had played many times before I moved from. Mummy papa office la gele ki dupari maja ghari basun amhi patte khelaycho n ratri jevan jala ki lapandav… amhi khelayla 11-12 jan hoto..Kadi kadi tar lapndav ch rajya 3-3 divas chalet ase..Konala hi gharat lapayla parvangi nasaychi..Basement parking apartment samorcha park ya aamchya lapaychya jaga hotya. Kirti tya veli college made jat ase tichyasati amhi sagle chote hoto mhanun ti aamchya made khelayla yet nase…apartment made saglya mothya na tai kinva dada mhanat asat..Pan majat aani ticha. I am 45 years old, and my husband Peter and I have now been happily married for 22 years and we have two lovely c***dren, who are both in high school. I am petite, at 5ft 3 inches tall with a nice figure that I like to keep in trim by regular sessions at the local health club — nothing too strenuous as I don't want to turn into an amazon, mainly fitness classes, aquarobics and swimming, which I have found is really good for keeping my bosom in good shape.Talking about my bosom, my breasts are. His hands slowly caressing my stomach, across my navel. His fingers finding the crevices under my chest, my hand wanted to move his across my mound. My areolas engorged while his tongue moved across my neck and collarbone. I moaned and ached to be explored. This was torture, I wanted to feel like a woman again. I couldn’t contain myself, slowly pushing a finger inside me. I wanted to taste him, I wanted him to take me in ways that would satisfy his lust as much as I craved it. I wanted him.