This made me think that why couldn’t I be “complete woman” . Even I love him more than sunita and I want the same love back from him. My mind wa... running in thoughts , what amit wants from me?. Does he want me to conceive from him ? But I didn’t felt a great deal in that coz I wouldn’t be denying him for making me pregnant, I love him very much. I felt that this not a valid reason for his sadness, its something else. May be I should respect sunita coz she’s amit’s first wife, but my mind and. We went for a walk down a path. After covering some ground I walked up behind her and grabbed her hips telling her to stop. I reached around and started rubbing her pussy as my cock grew harder and harder against her ass at the same time kissing her neck and nibbling here ear. She quickly turned around and began kissing me passionately. As we made out I squeezed her ass and she stroked my cock. She couldnt wait any further and pulled my pants down exposing my cock. She looked into my eyes as. I frowned at her for a few seconds before reaching up and adjusting the spreader bar wider until her legs were stretched wide apart 'perfect' I thought before walking over to the tool wall and grabbing some materials. I pulled.myself onto the table and stood beside her looking down into her stretched ass and shrinked pussy. I grabbed a 5 inch by 7 inch dildo and put it to the entrance of her ass. I then firmly pushed down ignoring her struggling to try and get away from it as I sunk it all the. It was as if I was living them again briefly. I could feel my lips move, my body react. I could smell smells. Feel feelings. They went by.I was ten. We were in our apartment in the Bronx. My dad was drinking. Drinking hard, like he always did. He was screaming at my mother. She was screaming at him. I was cowering in the closet. I was terrified. I could feel the door vibrate as he yelled and yelled.Then I heard a crash, I felt the scream, I heard the thud of my mother falling to the floor, an.