Meri biwi ne Lund haad me lekar kaha uday aapke lund to bada aur mota hai isse to meri chut phat jayegi. Boss ne kaha sanjay ka itna bada nahi hai kya... Suman ne kaha unka lund 6″ ak hai aur motai bhi itni nahi hai. Boss ne khush hokar kaha aaj suman tumko khush kar dunga. Suman ne kaha kid hire dhire kijiega kahin chut phat na jaye. Boss ne panty aur bra utar kar bethash chumne aur chatne kage. Suman siskari bhar ne lagi. Uske siskari se boss aur chumne lage phir meri biwi ko boobs ko masalne. Ten minutes later we were walking down the alley on a hot Sunday morning, dressed casually in shorts, T-shirts and running shoes. Shirley's hair was bunched in a ponytail and it was obvious from the way her breasts bounced as we walked that she was braless.I headed in the direction of the river to see if I could find where Luke Foster, the cabinetmaker Olli had told me about, lived. I was also mapping a running route.Church bells began to chime in the distance and this triggered a thought from. But on a REAL level I was FURIOUS. I tired up. I was humiliated. Angered. Enraged. I felt HATE. And FEAR. I was confused, but angry and upset.I parked quietly and let myself in. I made my way upstairs slowly without a sound. As I neared the bedroom door, I heard them. It wasn?t the hot, passionate sex I expected. They were giggling! They were talking quietly. It was lover's talk!! They were "fooling around" like a couple teens dating! I stood there, quietly. I was dumbfounded. Was. I didn?t even bother with an alarm. ***** I was too tired to dream, but apparently not too tired for nightmares. In a garish jumble of scenes my wife changed her name to Lorena Bobbit, and her mother became the wicked witch of the west replete with broomstick and pointy nose. They both seemed intent on ruining my life, my marriage, my job, and everything I valued. Oh, wait, that was reality. After that scene came bondage.Even imagining my mother-in-law tying me.