She used to say her personal stories, her periods. She said her hubby wants to have physical with her daily. These kind of conversation turned me on.W...e are in a stage we used to exchange kiss smilies. Whenever she texts, I would send her lots of smilies (Come on in my stage it was a big deal). She used to enjoy it. She was excited about my kisses. I got courage and I used to ask her kiss selfies which she sent. I used to enjoy. I used to describe her and I’ll send kiss smilies to each and every. This let out a cry of pain out of me which startled my husband. He asked me what happened. I dissolved it by saying I got bit by something. One afternoon, when my husband was in office, I went to buy groceries while returning there was no one in the lift apart from me and the liftman as soon as the lift door closed the liftman grabbed me by the hair with one hand and lifted my saree with the other. He told me to hold my saree up while he ran his fingers on my pussy which was already dripping. Once inside the office, I removed the knit cap, which covered my still almost bald head, then started the coffee pot. I put the small plastic water bottle filled with coffee from home into the microwave. Two and a half minutes later, I poured the coffee into my coffee cup. "That prick outside can wait for his," I mumbled. While Michael worked on the van, I laid out my plan of attack for the day. It included serving our two hard to find people, as well as two new ones who came in late the day. My ex-husband, John was standing right in front of me. Jessica, I want you back. I want to make love to you, right here, right now. He grabbed my ass and pulled me closer and just when we were about to kiss&hellip, &hellip,.*RIIIIIIING* Darn alarm clock! I grabbed the clock and threw it in disgust. Was that really just a dream? I wondered Oh crap, Jimmys going to be late for school! I have to make breakfast I swiftly threw on some clothes and scurried downstairs. As I neared the bottom of the.