I have now started feeling more aroused imagining about my wife having sex with a stranger or other man. But this was to be limited to just an imagina...ion as i hail from a very high moral values family background.Somehow or the other i wanted to express this feeling to my wife so that at least we enjoy with something new in our fading sexual life of 10 years in marriage.I had my client flew down from USA for signing up a contract with my company and he happened to visit my city with two of his. One hand swung in a wide arc and caught her skirt on her hip. His nails dug into her flesh, the skirt pulled for a second and then tore under his powerful swipe. It pulled on her waist and then the button flew across the cave along with the tattered remains of her skirt. She was in her panties, shivering in fear and cold as he stood before her. “Don’t move,” he warned her, his voice so deep and rough, barely able to talk now, just animalistic sounds came from his lips.She saw his hand if. .. and I ... fear where this might lead us all. Part of me is half-expecting the Rapture at any second now, and wondering who else besides me will really go. I mean, your uncle led me to Christ and now he’s kowtowing to you, too. How can that be? How can you overpower the ability to resist temptation given to us by God?” Dad rambled, still a bit confused by it all ... a convert’s convictions were always strongest, after all.“It’s quite simple. You’re wrong about God, about sin, about Heaven,. You helped bring him into the world.”“I did no such thing. All I did was watch.”“You’re his Godmother, then,” said Bob.“Something else to put on my résumé,” she snorted. “Godmother to a horse.”“How about Socks?” said Bob, looking down at the colt. “He’s got four perfect white socks.”“Nobody’s going to want a horse named Socks,” said Mandy. “Give me a break. Better yet, give the horse a break.”“Blackie?”“Maybe I should get involved in this,” snorted Mandy.“Naw, you’re right. You have no.