He’s been through a lot ... well, definitely not as much as you, but he tends to take everything too much at...”“He’s a screamer,” Carter sh...ugged.Aron threw him an odd look. He also seemed a bit conflicted.“Hey, listen, Carter,” Aron spoke, “could you please tell me what happened that day? For the love of all that is holy, I cannot believe what my husband tells me.”Husband. Aron’s husband. Someone who wasn’t him. Husband wasn’t even a complicated word. It only had seven letters, and there was. I walked over to him slowly growing moist. He made a move for my lips, but I pushed him back because I wore the pant in this event. I grabbed him by his thick hair and slowly moved in to kiss him. His passion was like an untamed animal that I could no longer hold back and my mind and body was moving double time just to keep up with his. He backed me up in to the corner he was leaning up against and he lifted me up on the counter and he unhooked my bra and sucked my harden nipples with care. He. Sam was in full approval of a staunch defensive mode even on a dusty street in the middle of a town that was filled with the hanger-on’s of a recently settled range war and the typical persons of dubious character that frequented a frontier town looking for a short cut to a fortune that didn’t require hard work.Sam was all healed up now after the nasty business with the back-shooting foes during the range wars and he was in prime rutting form taking care of his new wife and the female in-laws. I again said:“Will you take something mausi? Tea, coffee anything?”She didn’t say anything and started crying.“Please Abhinav beta, iss baat ka kisi ko pata nahi chalna chahiye ghar par, nahi to main kisi ko muh nahi dikha paungi” and started sobbing.I took a seat adjacent to her and started consoling her to make her feel comfortable. And asked her:“Mausi, app kaise yehan par”She cleared her tears and started telling me that “Abhinav, tum to jante hi ho tumhare mausaji hamesha ghar se bahar.