“I want to try something.” I walked up to her and put my arms around her. “Hold me.”She was still angry with me for accusing her of lying, off...balance because I’d been correct when I accused her of lying, ashamed because I knew that she deliberately went out and had sex with a stranger, and confused because I’d spent the whole night doing things she didn’t expect me to do.I suppose it wasn’t surprising that she was all tense and stiff in my arms. “What are you doing?” She mumbled. I noticed she. I got the innkeeper's cash box and papers.The supply room was quiet. I opened the supply room door and told the men to be on their way. They left for over the mountain in a hurry. I split the money in the cash drawer among the women. Four women waited for the stage to Charlottesville and two women decided to stay and run the place. I gave them the deed and they agreed to bury the men.The two widows took the money and walked toward Waynesboro. I caught up with them on the road. "Watch out for. You could still hear the music coming through the glass and up the stairs from the dance floor below and there was a constant murmur of people talking quietly to each other. This was a pretty cool place! A voyeur's delight!I'm going to tell you about one particular time we went in to this room, but it's pretty typical of what happened almost every time we went up there.This night, my wife was wearing a short white nightie. It only had thin spaghetti straps over her shoulders, so her upper chest. Main apne sasur ka lund bohut enjoy kar rahi thi.Woh mujhe randi, saali sab kuch bula rahe the aur woh mujhe zyaada turn on kar raha tha. Thodi der mein woh mere chut ke andar hi apna pura maal release kar diya. Fir hum dono ne nahake bahar aagaye.Us shaam ko main unko chai puchne gayi thi.Main: Sasur ji, chai piyenge?Sasur: Nahi doodh piyunga.Main: Doodh?Sasur: Tere chuche ke doodh. Blouse nikal ke pilao.Main: Abhi? Mere pati aajenge.Sasur: Main usse darta nahi hun.Yeh kahke woh mujhe apne.