"I suppose it doesn't matter how much you think you love someone or how long you've been together. It's built out of a lot of things, but if you pound...it enough, it just can't be sustained. Like you. If you still loved me deeply after all the shit I piled on you, I'd probably have no respect for you. Even if I showed complete contrition, you'd, I don't know, either have to feel you deserved to be treated badly or were completely unlovable except by me, or for some other pathological reason. It must have been her perfume that she applied just before she left the house later in the day. Maybe that’s why she needed to come home for a bit… to pretty up and prepare? I wondered if she had changed for him and what she was wearing? I looked around and the house had been straightened up a bit and the vacuum had been run, but not much else was different. I walked down the hall to our bedroom and the perfume scent was slightly stronger. The bed was made, as we always do together, but it. ". As soon as I entered the room I felt suffocated and refused to go in. She got extremely angry and said "Idhar hi karna hai...nehi to paisa deke bhaag ja, Bouni kyun kharab kiya??". I hated the room so much, I promptly gave her the money. That calmed her down and she realized that i wasnt just bluffing.There was a pros eating rice and daal there. There was also a "ajji" (grandmother) who asked me "kya hua". I told them that I didn't like the room and had paid and was leaving. I pointed at a. She would be unable to do anything but spray jets of total pleasure while she locked eyes with her boy. Unable to contain herself she fantasized about being seen like that without a choice.These type of thoughts ran through her mind the moment her son Mark had spotted her. Unbeknownst to Laura, that while her son watched— her legs, spread to the sun, exposed and aimed her thinly clad pussy and asshole directly to her watching son. She had no idea that the dirty pair of her panties were nearly.