“Because here, he could get into as much trouble as you if he follows us here,” Heather told me rather bluntly, even as she took out a joint and l...it it, “sorry, I need this for my nerves. It’s not every day that I fucking commit adultery, but I’m done being nice. He wants to play these games, let him learn the fucking price for them.”“O ... kay,” I made a mental note that she had the classic ginger temper, to put it mildly.The next thing that I knew, while I tried to process hidden clues as to. It took him about one or two minutes to shoot and she was obvioulsy upset at him for being too quick. I was driving the car. He had smoked a little too much weed and was almost out of it. She had gotten in the front of the car as he passed out and she obviously upset at him for what had just occurred! We drove and she was flirting, then had asked me if it made me h*rny watching the two of them have a root and I told her that it did. I said that I still had a stiffy and she suggested I might. Maa to dekhte hi rah gyi ki ise under kaise lungi..woh thodi dar bhi gyi.Umar ne ab maa ke pair khole or chut par thuka..lund ka topa chut par ragda. Woh ekdum slipery ho gyi thi..ek chota dhaka lagaya..Maa:: aahh maaa ..aram se dalo pls..Ekbar me topa hi ghusa..dusre dhake me adha lund under or fir pura lund..pura lund jate hi maa ki ankh ne ansu aa gye. Woh rone lagi..sayad dard or khusi se..Ek hi jatke me lund bahar kiya toh chut khul gyi..fir ekdum se dal diya..maa ke muh khula hi rah. Since she was married so we didn’t talk for long however exchanged numbers.Gradually we again lost our connection and we started talking very less and then almost to nill. But I from time to time kept sending her messages to keep the connection alive and she responded positively. Then one fine day we were discussing current lives and she told me her issues with her husband and how he’s not treating her right. They were on the verge of their divorce which was shocking to me. I empathize with her.