He was a cheap bastard, especially when it came to women. It somehow served him well, though.He raised me reasonably well, with the exception of the i...eas he put into my head about women. I didn’t get his charisma, so my misogynistic ideas didn’t pan out as well for me. I also had a tiny bit of empathy my father did not have. I still had my share of one-night stands and short relationships like my father did, but much fewer and farther between. Looking back, I always felt slightly guilty for. Yes, she has certainly underestimated her loyalty and Michelle’s resolution to keep fighting for her marriage, she seems to be the ideal wife for a man like hers. She would not even be here except for her proven track-record of gullibility.He, on the other hand is behaving exactly as predicted, exactly as many men dedicated to their wives. Apart from his suspicions before they arrived, the initial worry about her, followed by the anger, the refusal to take part in our “little game” as he sees. She puts a leg up on the table and brings the other knee up and back on the seat of her chair. Her pussy is open and I watch as she brings her other hand down and I see her stroking herself. After a moment she is talking as raggedly as I am and her fingers enter her pussy while she continues to work her clit. Watching her has me fully aroused and I fear that I might climax before her and I try to slow my movements. Her eyes are hooded as she watches me and works. She hollers for me to not stop. We reached the function hall and Zahid stopped near ladies entrance for me to get down, I said I have to make some adjustments and told him to park in some dark corner as it was huge ground for parking.I set my hair again, put lip gloss, a bit of blush and he was constantly staring at me. Then I undraped my back and his eyes widened and stuck on my exposed flawless back. I adjusted the back of my blouse to check if any bra is peeking out, it was well inside as I wore sleek straps one. Then I.