Maine uski taraf dekha toh uski aankho me wahi tadap dikh rahi thi jo mai kuch ghanto se mehsus kar raha tha. Maine bhi uska pair sehlana chalu kiye. ...ske pair ki skin ekdam soft thi. Aise lag raha tha jaise koi reshmi kapde ko mai chu raha hu. Hum dono ki harkate koi dekh nahi saka tha. Mera lund pant me khada hone laga tha. Mai apni jindagi ke ab tak ke sabse hasin palo ko jee raha tha. Kuch der bad Kusum Kapil ki seat ke back side par sar rakh kar thoda sa aage jhuk kar sone lagi. Maine apna. I am not pregnant," was all she could stammer between her emotional sobs. The line then went dead. I waited a few minutes and called her back. She told me she was so convinced our union at Christmas would get her pregnant and she was so hurt it had not worked. Mary shared with me that she had had multiple tests and she could, in fact, have a child. It was Doug who refused to believe there could be a problem and had refused testing. Mary pleaded with me to make love to her again with one goal in. Jyoti would time and again look slyly around and most times I would catch her looking at me as I was anyway, always looking at her and shagging off. I am multi-orgasmic (its really simple, and in my next story, I will share the tricks with you, so all of you can be multi-orgasmic) and I was having one orgasm after an another without ejaculation.She was unnecessarily posing for me and my passion for her was getting out of my pants. She was indulging in small talk, asking me needless domestic. Wes suggests we delay the announcement until after Christmas, so the workers can ‘enjoy the holiday’. Enjoy the day? Is that what you call consideration Wes, letting them run up a bunch of bills right before you tell them their livelihood is going away forever? You want to close a profitable plant; closed so a few rich people can make a few more dollars. Merry Fucking Christmas. You get a big bonus, they get their homes taken away. What a great fucking humanitarian you are. Pentium Penny.