She looked like an Angel. when she was looking at her in the mirror at that very moment.After that I glanced at the other window of the other room, th...re Ms. Jane facing the window was riding on the top of a man, clasping him in a tight embrace, his hands were on Ms. Jane's beautiful large white globes and was playing with her well-formed tits and from the thumping and movements of their bodies, I saw that they were enjoying themselves.My erection was getting harder on seeing the two on the bed. I made a call to my wife and spoke with her letting her know I missed her and that I was lonely. I had been away for right at two weeks and not having me wife beside me was a major downer for me. My wife suggested I go out to a local bar and have a few drinks and try to relax. So I took her advise and took a quick shower and got dressed and headed out. I stopped at about three bars before I found one I felt comfortable more people my age and not young people. I took a place at the bar and. Deliberately I sat in the first seat and allowed my wife to sit in the next seat as the movie started I have concentrated on the movie. I know my wife can not concentrate on the movie as a young chap is sitting next to her and with one eye I observed my wife and she was moving towards his chair and tried to touch him at last she has succeeded I could see in the picture lighting his hand is moving into her saree as it is week day very few people are there in the theatre. I could here small moans. Just the two of us sat in the backseat while our driver never once turned back to look at me. We flew from Los Angeles to London on a commercial flight (I'd been given a fake passport with my new name "Svetlana"), then we switched to a small charter plane, and flew to several airports on our way southeast to Jordan. She still had not given me her name despite sitting beside me the flights and drive. And she had said little besides ordering me to study the mission's file. I never thought of.