That was enough to make my thing tickle. We started chatting every now and then for some time.I started developing more of lust for her. Out of our co...nversation, I figured out that she is open-minded. She lives alone all day as her husband is at work. Whereas I’m always on social network (WhatsApp, Facebook messenger, hangout and Instagram).So, whenever she pings me she would get an instant reply almost every time. As days passed on she liked the way I responded to her. We built a good. I screamed and cursed- around the c***dren no less! And got my way on nearly every issue. I overspent, smoked, drank, didn't clean or cook. I lived life as if I deserved to be waited on hand and foot. Well my husband tolerated it for about as long as he could. In talking with a friend of his at work about my antics, his buddy said in passing and jokingly 'whip her butt!' But apparently that comment stuck with Kevin because here we are today. Unbeknownst to me he began searching the web for. He is a guy, "simply simple." And his physique, as well as his personality, can be described in a few words. He's a giant! In addition to being tall is very corpulent, which makes him a very ungainly and loose. And of course, as far as your body all its members are equally "HUGE". He has a beautiful bearded face and his corpse is all hairy, like all my other uncles. Luckily for my family it is not lacking. Ohhhh genetics that I like !!!Our debut was very interesting and suffered (just for me).. Part of me really wanted to hate Charlotte, for a while there. Part of me wanted to blame her for the whole mess. She was the one who'd fucked Vincenzo after all. She was the one who boned some guy at the party last night. It was all her. I was a victim. I wanted to hate her. But I couldn't. My brain kept going around and around in circles, like a dog chasing its tail. And the thought I kept coming back to time and time again was that Charlotte was only being Charlotte; to expect her to change.