It’s just pure and raw emotion inside me. Opening my mouth will only set off the stream of tears that I’m trying to fight back. “DAMN IT MICHEL...E, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG!” The dam bursts. Yelling at me was the catalyst that caused my tears start flowing uncontrolled. Trails of moisture run down my cheeks. I need get out, I need to leave. I jump up from the bed clutching the quilt to my chest. I scan around the room looking for my clothes. My inner schoolgirl stands there mocking me with an “I. My phone buzzed. I picked it up and glanced at the message. It was daughter number 2. She was getting married in a couple of months and she was double checking that I would be going, and prepared to give her away. “Yes, and yes, very much so on both counts, xx” I replied to the text. Number 2 was still talking to me, unlike her elder sister who had battened down the hatches very much on the side of her mum after everything came out.When I say ‘everything’ I mean that my wife knew about my. .Hum do bed pe haye.Bich me pilow ko diwar ki tarah saja diye..Or bs impress karane ke liye main bola dekho sona(pyar me bulata hub ) mere syd mt aana ,or dekho raat me mera izat loot mat lena..Wo haste hue boli ladki main ya tm..Hum bole wo chahe jo v ho lekin hume bahut dar lagta hai in sub se…Light off hua, wo pilow ka diwar todi or boli dekho na meri taraf hum dekhe or wo boli ki park me to bahut kiss kar rahe the avi karke dikhao.Hum thoda natak kiye or bole ki nahin..Wo boli kyun hum. The smooth brown skin of her belly and legs contrasted nicely with the whiteness of the shirt, and the washed out denim blue of the shorts. She undid the single button and then leaned forwards, seeing the desired effect in the mirror of her dressing table. With the button undone, the shirt gaped enough for the whole of her breast to be exposed from the front left side. From anywhere else, she still preserved her modesty. Satisfied with the effect, Jennifer re-buttoned, flicked her hair from.