We do text sometimes.When we text we both still had the urge to fuck but we killed our thoughts. I felt it is bad for her since she was married and al...o a mother. The last time I fucked her for the last time just a day before her marriage, that was the best part of our ‘just-sex relationship’. I took permission from her that day about writing this story here and she asked me to write by changing her name.We usually find Muslim girls less social. But trust me, talk to a Muslim girl next time, it. .(i was not comfortable going to call girls).And lady luck smiled on me…I got an response from an married lady & mother of 2 aged 29.She was into it field & her husband too was an software engineer & mostly out of town,which left her dry(as told later by her).We started chatting on yahoo for 10-15 days….After some confidence built she gave her whatsapp number & we started chatting in evenings & late nights,we started knowing more about each other & made clear it is an non-committal relation &. Pappy's image appeared in her mind and she reluctantly, regretfully, pushed it aside. That was friendship, only ... Wasn't it?Sean's forehead wrinkled as he considered what he wanted to ask next. He nodded and said, "I think I've been making a mistake, Laoshin. I have, ah, responded to needs instead of planning for them ahead of time. Udit's training has taught me to think in the heat of battle which has saved me. It has saved me and my family." Sean took another deep breath as he considered. .. just not in the face.”Irene punched him hard above his navel. “Ummph!” he grunted, “You’re packing a wallop.”She stood, slack-jawed and staring at him. “Oh, my God! Did I hurt you?”“Not much.”“Oh, Martin!” He opened his arms to her and she fell into them, shaking and sobbing.“Irene, Irene -- calm down. Does this have something to do with your conference?”“Uh-huh,” she wailed, nodding.“Did your meeting with Mister Right not go according to script?”“I don’t want to talk about it.” Martin.