He spat a wad of saliva down on to his hand and smeared it on my gaping ass moment before thrusting his hand into my gaping ass. I was surprised by th... motion but couldn’t move because his hand held on to the back of my neck and pushed me down onto the couch. He twisted and pushed his hand into my ass as my hole stretched to accommodate the large intruder. My hole eventually gave up and his fist fell right through my sphincter and sank in to my beaten cunt hole.He was slow at first, a really. When I’ve called to do some work, she’s usually been dressed to accentuate her excellent figure, but not that night. Oh, no. Arran polo-neck sweater, quite loose, cords (baggy) flat shoes ... actual deck-shoes. Not a trace of make-up. Not that it bothered me, I hate it when I get makeup on my shirts. Or my face. Or my hands. Anyway. She invited me into the living-room, sat me down and offered me a drink.“Thanks! Could I have some of your Bushmills, please – just a little water?”When she came. I felt like going near him and hug him and never leave him in life. He is my husband, he is my future, he is my life, and he is my care taker… I suddenly understood that how come I am feeling so much of love for him? Is this love? Or else what? I now feel that Srinivas is mine only mine for the whole life. But I did not dare to go near him. In the morning I am avoiding him. My mother forced me to take coffee to him. Forcefully I went to his room. He is talking to my aunt’s daughter Aditi, 4. I went straight home to tidy up the house a little bit and make sure that it was presentable for a boyfriend to see. Just thinking that he was or could be my boyfriend made me smile from ear to ear. He was just so amazing that I couldn’t believe it. I made some cookies and made sure I had a fridge full of beer. What better way to relax than kick back with a cold beer and fattening foods? He showed up a little early, but with no questions asked I opened the door to welcome him in. He looked.