"I, I killed my husband, he was a Chicago police officer. I was pregnantand came home to find him in bed with the neighbors fifteen year olddaughter."...So you killed him for it?" I asked."No, he beat me. Broke two ribs. Gave me two black eyes. It wasn't thefirst time he'd beaten me. But it was the last," she looked me in theeyes her own streaming silent tears. "When he kicked me in the stomach,he killed our child. He left me laying there bleeding in pain. I don'tknow how or why, it's like I. I said she looks same the way she looks. She gave me her cell number and told me to call her in evening. I was in two minds to call her or not.As i was in relation ship and seeing her might arise all hidden felling for her. I decided mot to call her but next day she found me took my cell number and fixed meeting. She asked a lot of question she toldme she got engaged but marrige got cancelled as groom didnt like her working after marriage. I said sorry and any way that it’s hi loss. She had. Again she cupped her breasts, but this time she squeezed them whilst looking straight at him. He felt his cock give a jerk and start to thicken behind his hands. She moved her hands down over her hips and crossed then in front of her pelvis, framed the area with her fingers, and pressed against her inner thighs. As she pressed in she pulled her hands apart so that he was able to get an impression of that central crease getting wider. He now had difficulty keeping his rapidly hardening cock. I was getting hard on my dick. then she turned and saw me and closed the door i returned to home and masturbates 2 time think about her. She came to my home after her bath. She was wearing a pink saree below naval and low cut blouse by which i could see her cleavages with white bra strip. she asked me why i was coming to her house? i told that i need some snack or tiffin , because i m feeling hungry. Then she told me that did u get in my house. I: NothingShe: Are u sure?I: YesShe (Looking.