‘Hey David, what’s going on, is something wrong?’ asked Carrie as she drank in the sight of David in a pair of tight jeans and unbuttoned shirt,...God, thought Carrie, this man is gorgeous. ‘Uh no I was just wondering, since I sort of made an ass of myself this morning, I was uh wondering if you would like to have dinner at my place, uh, with me tonight?’ David stammered. ‘Hmm what time were you thinking? Because I have someone coming over around 5 but he should be gone around 5:30’ Carrie could. In the space of five months she had gone from dutiful to unfaithful wife and then to absolute slut. She fucked Harry and Stan two or three times a week; she fucked Phil about four times a week, on average (and yes, I did get his account) and in addition she was still fucking Bob twice a day. And in addition to all of that she was trying to fuck me to death every night and during the weekends.I don't know if it was my program at the rec. center that took off my last ten pounds or my trying to. Agle din mene susmita ko chat p akele dekha to m unke chat p chala gaya fir mene susmita ko jabardasti ek lip kiss kar diya, usne apne aap ko chudate hue mujhe 1 jor se chaata maar diya r mere ghar m batane ki dhamki dene lagi,lekin mene bhi video ese h nahi banaya thaMene kaha jaa tu mere ghar jaa r m tere ghar jata hun.usko kuch samajh nahi aya r usne puchha matlab kya h tera,fir mene usko kal raj r uski kiss wali baat batayi,to wo ek dam se manne ko tayyar nahi hui to mene usko uska mms. If you'd like for me to take pains to not put a child in you." I looked at him, my eyes frozen wide. I hadn't considered pregnancy. "No," I breathed. "Yes, indeed." He brought his hand to my lips and rubbed my wetness across them. Then he followed his finger with his tongue. His lips brushed mine when he said, "Get on your hands and knees." My throbbing was insistent. It was shame compounded. Why did this hateful man make me feel things that my loving husband couldn't? When I didn't move.