I had to figure that maybe at least she did. I mean we were married for quite a while before she stabbed me in the back. If she had a conscience at al..., I figured I’d gotten mention in at least a few of her dreams. But maybe not. It had been a long time. They’d have all but forgotten me by now and moved on. A fading memory that was me.I’d just gotten off work and gotten a ride back from the shop with Lance as usual. It was March of ‘93. I’d been staying at my man’s place for going on two years.. She grabbed another pillow and threw it into the corner of the couch. She sat down and leaned back against it. She grabbed her tits and pushed them together. “Is this what you want.”“Oh, fuck yeah.” He moved toward her with purpose. It took a bit of moving for both of them to get the position right, they were no spring chickens after all. Once he was settled in place though, she squeezed his cock between her large breasts.“Give it to me,” she said, raising her face and exposing her neck. . She opened the door and say.hi monu come in and seat i will come in just a minute and went back inside the room.by seeing this my cock gonna to become hard and i started rubbing my cock with my hand .she came back and ask me for a coffee and i say thank and request her to come soon ,because we are pretty late for party.and calls from the friend is disturbing me..atlast she came with a beautiful saree and say chalo monu bahut time ho gaya, I say koi baat nahi,aap party me aaa rahe ho yahe bahoot. ”He had placed his hands on her shoulders and now they were slowly sliding down to her breasts.”“We don’t have time for that. I have a report to give on the morning news.”His erection was pressing against her back as his hands were lightly pinching her nipples.She continued to look at him in the mirror and then she put down the make-up she was holding and said, “Oh what the heck, an erection is a terrible thing to waste. I can always redo my lipstick.”She turned around and slid her lips over.