I knew as a singlestep-dad with no biological relationship in my second divorce that Ihadno chance at custody, that it wasn't worth the fight unless I... had hardevidence she was violently abusive and she was never that, at least. SoI couldn't tell a court what happened, magic or not, it being justsimple bias against step-dads, and there was no point in telling youeither because your relationship with your mom was always going to behard enough without you hearing from me other ways that she was a. Even though we went to Goa for the honeymoon we didn’t have much fun during that time.After my return, back to office and I do a part time study of MBA and during one of the weekend class one of the MBA friend Kalyani (Kalyani is bit black but good looking and we two have a good and healthy sex relation and discuss always about sex and other topics will explain about our relation in next story). She asked me about our sex and first night where I told her that it is not that much interesting and. From our emails, it was understood our meeting would not lead to intercourse. It took awhile for her to be assured I would be gentleman and would not try to have sex with her once we got our clothes off. I assured her again and again I would respect whatever limits she set. She was finally convinced when I told that I knew there wouldn’t be a next time if I deviated one iota from her limits. I wanted there to be a next time, and next time, and time after that. She was so lovely. She had. “Yes,” said Charles, “I’ve come about the job.” He had to stop himself from just falling into her arms and begging to kiss those breasts, to forget all his problems. But he needed the money. “Oh, I was thinking more of a handy man. Are you good around the house?” She turned around and led him into the house. “I can try.” Charles could hardly believe the stupid way he was blurting this all out, but he knew he might be led into a trap, and watched what he said. “I’m Mrs D****r, you can.