Aagar aap ko meri kahani aachi lage to aap mujhe aapne vichar par mail kar ke bata sakte he ya aap mujhe fb par bhi join kar sakte he aap mujhe meri ...d se serch kar sakte he agar koi ladki ya aunty mujse sex karna chate he to muje mail zarur kare aap ki pehchan gupt rahegi.App sabhi to mujhe jante hi he ki me ambala me rehta hu par mera asli ghar yani ki mera gao bhiwani me he yani meri papa ka ghar to kabhi kabhi hum log waha jaya karte the kuch dino pehle mera vaha jana hua me ambala se bus. Amanda was married with 3 young sons and I had only been married for two weeks, although Paul and I had lived together for 5 years since leaving University. “Are you sure you don’t want me to pick you up?” My darling husband asked as he dropped me outside her house. “No, it’s fine, I’m sharing a taxi with Nicky and Clare; don’t worry.” I reminded him as we kissed goodbye. Amanda’s house was its’ usual chaos as I stepped over discarded toys in the hallway leading to the kitchen. Before I. Get rained on or get shit on verbally. Her attitude for the rest of the day was one of distancing me from her. She says she doesn’t like my attitude and I counter that I don’t like getting rained on by God’s rain or her shit mouth. When we go out to eat, which is quite often as she doesn’t do dishes happily, she sits at the nearest booth seat which means I have to stand idly by while she seats herself. If we are taken to a table, I have given up trying to seat her as a man should help a lady. I was looking forward to it. Depending on the customers I might even be able to quit work. Which strangely was the first thing that sprang into my mind, the second thing to pop into my head was the staging area. We’d never be able to gather a bunch of men in the house so I could fuck them one by one without mum finding out. So dad said he’d rent a small one roomed bunk from an industrial building across the street from where he worked. He said with a little touch ups and a comfy bed it would be.