I collapse for a while and watch him fuck Joan. He slams into his slut wife and jams his thumb into her ass, kind of roughly. John begins to pound her... with both penis and thumb. With Joan he decides to torture a nipple first. He starts to pinch, pull and twist her left nipple. She screams. Joan is a pain slut so I know the pain just went right to her clit. He starts to rub that clit after twisting the nipple for awhile. He brings her to three hard orgasms and then pulls out of her. I get back. I then put the two back in the bag (after considering keeping them as souvenirs) and then tried to tie off the bag, but ended up tearing the loops. I was paralyzed with fear. I did my best to tie it up, but I knew at some point, when she eventually decided to do her laundry she would know. I freaked out. But... later than evening, as I was pretending to sleep (I was wide awake and paranoid) she came in, scooped up her belongings and left. Another solo backpacking trip, this time, in the. Uske papa shayad offc me busy the…Aur kisiko car chalana nai aata tha to uske mummy ne usse ko bola chalne ko…Usne bola ki mummy rohan aaya hua hai..Just aaya hai..Thore der baad chalte hai..Per uske mummy ne mana kar diya…Boli ki thore der me aa jayenge beta…Tab tak rohan ko bolo tv dekh lenga…Mujhe thora rude laga to main socha ghar he chala jata hu….Per rohan ne bola ki theek hai….Tu ruk main 15-20 min me aata hu…Maine socha inn log ko jane do..Fhir nikal jaunga..Fhir wo log nikal gaye…Uske. If I think of what I might do when my little one grows up and no longer needs a mother, my mind goes a black place, a place of unimaginable pain. Thing is, once a woman loses whatever she initially brought to the table in a relationship, it’s over. If it was looks and she gets old, the relationship is over. If she was a good listener and now she’s too busy, it’s over. In my marriage I had my looks, my domestic abilities, and my personality. I’m no longer beautiful, my personality has changed.