Two years later would bring the arrival of our second son, Chris; ending any thoughts I'd had of returning to school, and entrenching my status to tha... of mother and homemaker. In hindsight, Phil was a good husband and a good father; although not the man I would have chosen given different circumstances. As the years rolled on, our sons were getting older and Phil spent more and more of his time consuming himself in his work. He had become almost a stranger in our home, to the boys, and in our. From now I will narrate the story as it is it happened. (ohhh sorry I forgot to mention my wife’s name her name is priya.)Priya-aj aap jaldi ghar a gaye.Me- han wo kuch papers chut gaye the andar rakhe hain le ao.She turned back and started to go to my room she was wearing anklets which were making musical sound it was like a song for me at that situation and also my goodness what a scene it was priya was more beautiful from back. Her white milky waist along with water droplets, sexy ass the. Oh God, what if... As I rechecked the bodies, two things happened almost so quickly I almost missed them. First of all, a body I hadn’t noticed before suddenly sprang to his feet and bulldozed his way through a small crowd of pickles heading towards the courtyard beyond the building across the street from me.The second was the slight ripple of energy which flowed from the west towards the area surrounding him and then rippled back out in all directions.That’s when the gentle pickle-pickle. ” He said.“This is a driveway, and there must be a house closeby. Turn off the headlights, so I can see.” Marshasuggested. About fifty yards thru the trees, she sawthe porch light of a home. “Come on! Let’s run overthere and ask for help.”They were only wearing sweaters, but, at least, both ofthem had enough sense to be wearing long pants. Runningand stumbling in the dark, they reached the house justas the lights were turned out. Bob fell on the slicksteps,.