Memories of Liam filled the empty spaces and soon tears were flowing from my eyes. I wasn't even aware I was crying until a tear splashed on my hand. ... hadn't cried since his death. I had done everything but cry. Yelled, screamed, hurt. Hurt myself. Hurt others. But until this moment, tears had refused to find me.Time meant nothing as I sat there. Six months of grief finally broke through the stone wall I had built up. I was exhausted. Mentally and emotionally, when I got off the rock and. .ye aap aur tum achha nahi lagta..(me uske pallu ko sine se alag karta huwa bola).She smiled but did not tell anything. Mene blouse ka upar se uske boob pakad liye aur sahlane laga. Phir uska blouse khol diya. Usne white colour ki push up with netty pahan rakhi thi. Me bra ko upar kar diya aur uske gol gol boobs samne aa gaye, jinhe me chusne laga. Ek hath se me sari ke upar se he uski chut ko masalane laga. She was enjoying and looking to me with great satisfaction and love. Phir mene mahsoos. I had just a few luggage as it was very hot and humid hence I was in a light cotton saree which was black in color and with matching blouse an petticoat. As I was young I liked to dress less conservatively. It was liked by my husband too. I used to wear my petticoat very low. The hem started almost at the top of my buttocks. So my navel was always visible and the petticoat was about 6 inches below the navel. I had a full figure and so this style accentuated the curves of my body. The blouse. He ripped them down his legs with one quick stroke and his cocksprung out. He was large down there and his hard cock stood straight up pointing at theceiling. "No I don't want to!" I said when I saw his large cock. I wriggled as hard as Icould and pulled at my bonds but they were tight and they wouldn't budge. "What are you going to do about it, huh? You're mine now." He walked to the side of thebed holding his cock in his hand. He kneeled next to me on the bed and I quickly turnedmy head away.