“But I’m killing people I love,” she objects.“You’re not killing them, doll,” Secks counters. “They go to another realm where they are s...fe and sound. Besides, it’s not like yous love all of them.”Ursula thinks about that last part for a moment then she nods her head. “You’re right. But I loved my papa and I could have had feelings for Jane.”“That was lust, doll,” he says with sincerity. “Lust. Plain and simple, doll.”“But it felt real,” she argues.“Sure it did,” he agrees. “But what you really. It is just like your father’s” ” How can you say that? Did you see my Abbu’s cock? Did you fuck him?” Abdul asked intrigued.“Yes, beta, your mom and I often swapped our husbands. You Abbu was a nasty lover who would fuck my ass after fucking my cunt. My husband loved your Ammi. Your ammi and I were spoilt bitches then. But now we have lost both men in that car accident and we are cock hungry. That is why I and your Ammi fuck each other with a dildo. But today, I have found a real cock and I. On day I found her hidden stash of d**gs, and I took a pill, that sent me over the top, that was it, and she was thrown out, and I was about to be shown the reality of d**g usage.I remember the blue cotton dress, dark navy blue with white polka dots, that came mid thigh, I was wearing when daddy caught me swallowing a pill, for a thrill.Back then corporal punishment was the thing administered by the man of the house, and the fact I got the pill from a man, who sold it to me for my dirty. I think we get used to each other so much after marriage that we miss each other more and more.”I said, “Yes, you start missing them everywhere and everything that you do.”She was chopping vegetables. I could see her boobs jiggle as she exerted pressure to cut them. They shook even more when she was stirring something in the frying pan.She said, “Yes, see till Karan was here, I was happy and sort of excited to have lunch with him. But once he left, I lost that interest to have lunch.”I said,.