"Sandy moaned."We're going to talk about our guys and how we met them." I don't have a guy," said Sandy."You can talk about who you want to meet," I s...id. "Sunny, tell us how you met Louis. Was it very romantic?"Sunny laughed. "Oh, it was about as romantic as you can possibly imagine."The tone of her voice was not quite ironic, but there was little doubt her story would not sound like anything I had ever read in a romance novel.She paused for dramatic effect and said in a breathy voice, "We met. Around 1 ghantey baad mein wapas aya to dekha Manju ke ankhe computer ke screen per tak taki laga kar dekh rahi hain. Meine pooch Darling What happend .. usne koi reply nahin diya sirf chup chaap story padte rahi.. Meine dhyan diya to dekha wo apne ungliyon ko panty ke upar se ragar rahi thi. Mein samaj gaya ke meri biwi story pad kar garam ho chuki hai. Meine uski panties ko side kiya or choot mein ungli daal de.. Oh my! tumhari choot to pani chor rahi hai darling..Meine kahan. Haan tumne. He would stare out at the street, slowly shake his head, turn and walk inside. Anyone could tell he was steeling himself to face his home and family.At 10:30 A.M., Mrs. Malloy would leave for work in a long coat covering up her Shooters waitress uniform. Shooters, a local watering hole and restaurant, was themed sort of along the line of a national chain with a similar name. The biggest difference was the waitresses at Shooters were all considerably older than those found at the famous national. .then after a while he pulled back.“Take off them shorts..it’s time you got fucked properly.” He said.“Please..I’ll suck you dry but not in my pussy!” I said. I then felt a smack on my face. Not hard enough to bruise but hard enough to know he meant business. “Don’t fucking talk back to me bitch! Now, take off your shorts!” I got up and slid off my shorts and panties and he pushed me down onto the couch. “Your pussy is wet…I could smell it…you like this don’t you?”“Please…don’t…” I began.