I will upload it right now.Saumya aunty got really afraid and fell on her knees touching his feet and joining her hands to plead him, begging him not ...o spoil her life.She was crying and begging him not to.He saw her cleavage while she bent down to fall on his feet and her pallu fell off giving him a clear cleavage view of her milky soft boobs.He moved back a bit and said, whats the use of crying Mrs.Saumya, what else can you do now? I caught you having sex with someone and I have the proof. I had put my best lines on, sparkling, soft sheets with threads in silver and gold, and I had strewn rose petals over it and formed both of their names with them. The two soft lamps on the walls gave all the light needed, giving it a cozy flair, and I had almost cried when I had lit the sweet incense that now hung mystically and tantalizing in the air. “Oh god! I love you!” she declared, spinning around and kissing my husband hungrily, unaware of the icy stabs she sent through my heart. Patrick. There were no pockets to put money in. Nevertheless,I knew that my coat would cover the upper thigh area and decided thatthe risk of people recognising my footwear for what it was would beeither unlikely or stimulating.But when I got to the front porch, my coat was nowhere to be seen.There was a pink, zip-front jacket hanging up, with a note on the hooksaying "Wear This!" Realising that I could not escape the inevitable, Iput it on and zipped it up. It only came down to my waist, where itfitted. ‘Fuck, fuck fuck!’ ‘Shit!’ ‘Bitch!’ I yelled after the bus driver like he could really hear me. I turned my face up aligned with the sky and yelled, ‘Nooooo oooooo ooo ooo!’ Oh well I just missed another one. Here’s there goes another forty-five minutes. I’ve totally forgotten about the man who slammed me against the bagel shop window. I looked at him, he looked at me and we both kind of smiled at each other. I looked at him with sad eyes like I just wanted to cry. ‘It’ll be alright,’ he.