"Look, three bleeding years ago, after years of what I thought was a happy marriage, I came home from work sick one afternoon to find my so called lov...ng wife shagging her boss in my bed. I do my bleeding nut and then the bitch ups and runs off with the arsehole. He had a fuck sight more money than I ever had. So when it came to the bleeding divorce court; they give the bitch custody of not only my three kids, but my bleeding dog as well."What did the f-ing bitch do then? I'll tell you. She. Uska figure lag bhag 34-30-36 tha.Tab maine use utha ke sofa par bithaa diya. Isi doraan humare kiss tham nahi rahi thi. Fir maine dhire dhire uske pure shareer ko chumna shuru kiya jaise ek asantust mahila ko chahiye hota hai. Same wahi, sare kisses pure body par, kabhi neck fir cleavage.Jaise maine niche niche aa raha tha Rani ne apni gown utaar fenki. Aur jo maine dekha use dekhta hi reh gaya aisa lag raha tha main swarg mein hu aur koi apsara mere saamne. Usne net wali bra aur panty pahan. When we were all finished eating grandma took our plates to the sink and grandpa and I exchanged meaningless small talk. After a few minutes he turned on his solemn, stern expression and asked in a very serious tone, “Have some good dreams last night?” Reliving my most mortified moment I could only stare at him blankly and my jaw slowly dropped leaving me speechless and wide-eyed. “Ma tells me you had a raging hard-on longer than mine on ya when you woke up” he said plainly. I could only. As I was emptying the last of the boxes containing old sci-fi novels, which I seriously suspected would be the first ones to be designated as items for sale the following weekend, to my great amazement, I saw my old diary, it’s cover faded and with traces of coffee stains, laying on the bottom, dusty and alone. My heart jumped with excitement and I eagerly took it out of its prolonged imprisonment, pressing it to my chest and closing my eyes in silent gratitude. It had an odd smell of.