I was going to make it tremble with ecstasy – but first, lesson time!‘You are a naughty, naughty girl!’ I said, as sternly as I could, but nearl... breaking down into laughter. To cover that up, I gave her a firm smack on each butt – not really painful, but enough to sting and produce a very satisfactory yelp of protest. That only encouraged me to give one more to each cheek, as she squealed and wriggled. Then I put my hand on her back, swiftly undoing her bra, and ordered her in a no-nonsense. It had been the source of my universe, now it was the source of the most horrible pain I'd ever experienced in my entire life. Suddenly it all became clear; up until that moment I had been planning a strategy for saving my marriage, for keeping the woman I loved; it was at that instant in time that I realized I no longer had a marriage; that I would walk away from the woman I loved. There was simply no way of ever living with the pain of what I saw in front of me.I saw Cora's face fill with. Just getting to know each other and talking about our lives. It was all completely innocent but , again, I am a bad influence and we started to get a little deeper than we should have been. We started talking about what we liked and didn’t like when it came to love. Then we move on to talking about sex. It was just two adults having inappropriate conversations about things we could not talk about with anyone else. Was it wrong? Yes, but we are adults and we can do small wrongs and have no one. Ghasti ka…Kia nazara tha yaro.Mazy ki baat tu yeh thi ka ab meri biwi bhi hil rahi thi khud sa usko bhi maza a raha tha.wo waqai hi ghasti ban gai thi….Akhir kar usny apni asliyat jan li thi…Or phir humko awazain ani shuro ho gayn….Chodo mughy.gandu.Phar do meri bur.Nikal do jo bacha hai us mein..Masal do mery mummay mar mar kar chodu mughy.…aur maro aur maro.…yeh ghasti ki bachi hai, raand hun mein raand..Mughy piyar na karo…Maro mughy, chudu mughy..Kuttia hon tum logon ki tu kuttia ki tara.