I said good night and waited until she closed her door before closing mine.I grabbed a shower and went to bed thinking of Vicky in her short tank top ...nd her bare midriff.I got up on Wednesday thinking of the same thing that I did when I went to bed. I got up and drove over to the arena to get another skate in. This time I went right to the locker room and got changed and was waiting when the Zamboni was still out on the ice. I did some stretching while waiting to get my stiff muscles warmed. It was a sms and simply said look at Dee take this dick! Which was followed by 3 more pics of my wife getting her mexican big ass fucked silly. He stretched out her swollen pussy. After the last text I didn't respond. I actually jerked off too the pics and texts twice. I felt what seemed like every emotion there was, but the over whelming feeling was turned on beyond belief. I realized that my wife was probably not going to remember much of this night so I decided to... well just not say. At the same incidence I go there before one month of her wedding. I am giving again a naughty smile and flirting Prem because in my dream my life I always found him as my life. When we gossip we always talk on that topic I always saying that what’s wrong with that n he always declined. One day when all family member used to go for shopping at Ahmadabad I declined to go there n decide to stay here with Prem and his grandma.Though I have a good chance to do something. Because I planned for the. .. I can't..."There was a hint of laughter in her voice when she asked, "Why?"That's a damn good question, popped up in my head.She sidestepped in front of me again. "It's not like you're with Mom any more. Stupid bitch. That guy next door isn't even that good looking. I'm going to start thinking I'm ugly if you won't look at me. You wouldn't want that, would you?"I knew she didn't mean it, but she wasn't giving me much of an option anyway. I took a deep breath, fighting against the tingle of.