Mainy unki tarif kar di or kha your husband are so lucky jo aisi khoobsurat gharwali mili. To unka jawab aaya ha lekin unko hmari kadar kha wo to hmes...a bahar rhate hai or main yha akeli rahti hu. TO mainy kha koi bat nhi hum hai na or ankh mar di. Bhabi hans di. ek din bhabi ne batay ki uske husband 2-3 din ke liye kam se baar gye hai or mera b weekwnd tha to mainy aise majak main kah diya ki chlo ham b kahi bahr ghoom ke aate moive dekh ke aate to bhabi ne ek dum se ha kah diya. Main to jaise. And despite her infidelity I didn't want her to end up dead at the hands of some hired killer. So now what was I going to do about her? The default judgment seemed the best way to go but that might never break through her denial. What the hell was she playing at? Sure we had grown apart over the years as our careers took off but I still had loved her, and with all the opportunities presented at work and elsewhere I never succumbed. That was what marriage was about and those important wedding. It was awesome. This time, Martie consumed the entire area of my sex. Her tongue found its way over, around and inside every mound, crevice and fold. Her warm breath, mixed with the soft slippery feel of her tongue, accentuated by the smoothness of her female facial skin made for an incredible sensation in the space at the juncture of my legs. It was like she was trying to melt into my flesh and pass along the pleasures she knew all too well. Before she was done, Martie had worked three of her. She had been back home for a week, and the loneliness was starting to overwhelm her again. She tightened her hold on the phone, and thought of Liz, but then shook her head slightly, and loosened her grip again.Blinking away some tears that had started to well in her eyes, Sarah picked up her phone and held it in front of her. She unlocked it swiftly, and then stared blankly at the home screen. The message icon looked like it was beckoning her. Sarah moved her thumb and hit the gallery icon.