" And the picture cut off. Since I had called her, the picture might have gone, but the audio was still on and I heard Vickie and some man laughing an... then the connections went dead.Tony and I were about to laugh out loud ourselves as when Vickie was describing what she was missing about me the shadow in the background was mimicking her speech. Now more than before I really knew just what a conniving horrible bitch my wife was. I made a decision right then that Vickie would never see her son. In the early years of her marriage, she had kept her unhappiness to herself, telling no-one not even her parents, about her husbands infidelities, which trickled back to her in various ways, while she dutifully carried out her responsibilities as the vicars wife, and put up with his eccentricities. She lived in the vain hope that she could in time change this man that she had married, but it was to no avail and gradually her love had turned to hate for this bigoted man.Sarah had no sexual. I stumbled into bed, barely taking the time to strip out of my dress or pull up the covers. An equally naked Alistair curled around me and we were both asleep in moments.I woke slowly in the morning, cold, groggy and reluctant to open my eyes. I could practically feel Alistair’s gaze on my face, and I cleared my throat. “Staring is rude, you know.”There was a pause before he replied, and I cracked one squinty eye open to see what the delay was. Alistair was under the covers next to me, openly. I walked to the kitched to grab some food and found mom grinding rice for tomorrows breakfast and she had pulled up a cornor of her saree and tucked it in her waist and her right leg was visible from just above the knee. She dint know i had come to the kitchen and i watched for a couple of minutes. Her legs were creamy white and i felt a stirring in my loins as she turned to get water from the tap her ass was thrust out and i watched its shapely size though inside her saree, it was a.