When the majority of the offending mess had been cleared away I tossed it into a diaper pail we kept next to the headboard, and stared back at her.Her...pussy was leaking a thick cream, and her pucker hole and fanny cheeks were stained an inviting tannish brown. "Can I get up now?" my wife said. "Yes" I told her, "Now it's snack time right Mommy?" in a signal to revert back into our role play."Oh yes sweetheart...now you get your yummy treats!" she said slipping back into her Mother role.I. ) in my brief case. The respective days, we have had discussion on garden aur various saturdays bathem in details she was very happy to hear about that the Jeso satified from me. Aur ithna bhi promise kiya hai ki, agar kabhi safe place nahi mile tho, koi bath nahi, unko tum ithar hi lekar aajana, 3 – 4 ghantom keliye mazza marne ki poora bandhaboas ither hi kardhoongi, just aathe pahale ek phone kardhena; mei bacha ko leker relatives ke ghar visit karoongi usme tumlog ko azadi milege & koi bar. Ya,I am depressed, down, and feeling like shit. Doctor said that it wasnormal, that it was hormones and shit, but... I was done with raising kids,I mean three from my first marriage and one more with my second, and nowthis..."She took a ragged and tired breath- "my wife- she showed up in the firstcouple days, she admitted that she has been sexual active with a coworker- that he, that he was having sex with his secretary when the swaphappened and she did not stop him. I... can't blame her, I. ”“Do we have any dirt on her?”“We’ll need something big,” Fast Eddie said as he paced around the room. “We’ll need something damned big.”oooOooo As darkness was falling, Bob Anderson drove past the home of Maria Cortez, the wife of the late Jesse Cortez. He parked his car in front of the house next door and got out after making sure that no one had followed him. He tapped lightly on the front door.Maria opened the door and quickly ushered Bob inside. Once the door was closed, the woman turned.