I pulled his pants and underwear down in one quick motion. His turgid rod sprang free , pointing straight at my belly. I released my lock on his nip...les and stood back to look at him. “Take off your pants.” He quickly kicked them aside, standing naked before me. “Turn around slowly. Let me look at you.” I was really starting to enjoy this. He turned in place as he was told and I watched as his cock jumped and quivered. I started rubbing my mountainous breasts through my T-shirt as he. So here the story goes.All this started in 2003, I used to live with my family. My husband had government job which needed him to go to nearby towns for regular inspections. I have two children one boy 10 age and girl of 14 at that time. At that time there was a boy Mihir age 18. He was living down the street. I knew Mihir from ten years. But recently I used to find him attractive. May be he had grown up or may be it was me who was longing for sex. I used to watch him play cricket in the street. He was half expecting his attractive female subordinate to be regaling him with dreadful stories of her departed spouse's transgressions but found that they spent more time talking about his own wife wasting away inside a depressing mental institution a prisoner of her own fragile mind and his accelerated inability to cope with it all. In a way he was glad because he had not discussed the particulars of his situation with anyone other than the doctors and he felt a lot better knowing someone. “You have killed them all, both of my sons are dead!” he screamed and then charged his horse at us. Three bolts pierced his body, and he fell to the ground.We killed all who were still alive. Stripped them of all they had and loaded it on the horses.I had tried to leave this fight behind us, but he couldn’t. Had I wounded his honor so badly that he was forced to follow? It would be a question always there in the back of my mind. He knew what I said I would do. Jasmine had killed three of his.