We both have privacy, and I don’t have any affairs before. Varun didn’t know my likes or dislikes post one year of marriage. I know his likes and ...islikes, but he didn’t try to know about my likes.As a wife, it’s expected that my hubby should know my likes and dislikes and my body sizes. He fucks me but not with love. He does sex like a timetable. He fucks me at night and for 10 to 20 minutes.I didn’t find love from him. On another hand, Chaitanya impresses me with my favorite food and other. With several policemen on his payroll, he didn't have to work too hard to get it. He had everything, even the wording on the notes that had been found in the mouths of the dead pushers.The full extent of the vigilante's work was quite staggering - even to a hardened criminal like Rab. The gangster recognised and respected strength, but business was business and the vigilante was hurting his cash flow.Rab had just finished a meeting with his tame journalist where he had passed on all of the. Then, as was my habit, I scanned for my family. That took a little longer too, as my family had also grown larger. With everyone safe and accounted for, I turned my attention back to Dr. Rachael Dixon.Widowed and wealthy, Rachael had tracked me down after she first had visions about the codex, visions that I had been able to share in, only because of my gift. It seemed to me that this codex, which acted like it wanted to be found, wanted to be found by someone else, with my assistance.“May I?”. I moved in next to a smoking hot redheaded mother of two, three years ago. She was as stuck-up as I would expect any mid-thirties divorced mother to be. To be exact she was a bitch by every means of the word. Bitch or not she was still hot as hell and of course, all I could think about was sticking my dick in her. Quickly I realized that fucking her was out of the question so I resorted to spying on her. I thought of every idea in my sick, twisted, demented, voyeuristic mind could think. Each.