Madison said, "She insisted on coming with me."I looked at Belinda. "I didn't ask you to come. If you want to come with your sister, you will experien...e the same things that she will"Belinda was as pretty as her older sister. At twenty-three, she had just graduated college. As I remembered, she had been a wild child in college. She looked at my smiling face and nodded."Both of you, remove your panties and hand them to me. Leave your skirts up." They gasped but did it slowly. Belinda was a. She hugged me right. I tried to slip my hand into her slacks. And she didn’t resist and in a few seconds was caressing her bare bump. What a feeling it was. Her name is Shruti. We both walked into the bedroom and started kissing again.She looked at me and said the bike ride had aroused me. I smiled and kissed again. I said, “Shruti I always wanted to fuck you. Want to make you happy.” She smiled and we again endorsed in too deep kissing. She is a good kisser and responds well.As we kissed I. I was afraid that I had lost him forever. I felt somewhat reassured that even if he left me, Joan and her evil "friends" wouldn't follow through on their threats to kill Jon. I knew that as much as I loved him, if he left me because of all of this, that I could probably go on.I was also sure that if he left me he would eventually be ok. The thought of him leaving me was tearing me apart though. I loved him with my whole being. I had loved him like this for all of our married lives. At least I. Marco lived in a lovely home, a far cry from the life mom and I had led in the preceding years. Marco, however, did not take to me and our relationship deteriorated from day one.Marco offered my mom the security she craved, and I had to put up with his escalating disdain for her sake. Two weeks after I graduated from high school, Marco sent me packing. My mother was upset but had to do what her new husband wanted.With a backpack containing my few possessions I was dropped at the local bus.