It was a Sunday , the phone kept ringing i was in half sleep when i picked up the call, it was Reshma, as soon as she heard my voice she started yelli...ng ” you still sleeping and forgot that you were supposed to help me finish the presentation and blah blah” i rarely heard what she was speaking and said ” give me half hour i will come there” i got up gt fresh and then set of to meet her and when i reached below her hostel and asked her to come down she was wearing a red chudi and it was kind of. We get sperm from everywhere. It doesn’t stop our fuckers who keep coming. Many stay to enjoy our holes throughout the weekend. We scream and squeal like sows all the time.A few stops to drink, eat. My friend even got fucked while eating, leaning on the table with her big ass in the air, one of the men was pounding her while she was trying to eat. It drove me crazy and so I also put my ass up and here I was pounding like a bitch on the kitchen table kissing my friend who was getting fucked. Chris's car was in the drive, but there didn't seem to be anysound from the lounge and normally he would have said something when heheard the door open. She placed the huge bouquet that had been deliveredto her place of work on the foot of the stairs while she hung her coat onthe peg and opened the lounge door.What accosted her eyes at that moment brought tears to her eyes.The room was dark, well, subdued, lit only by a host of candles allaround the room and directly in front of her stood. "Gladys slowly placed her coffee cup back down on the Formica table. She wiped at her mouth with her napkin, wanting to get any stray crumbs off of her face. The whole time she was doing this, she stared at Charlie. To her, it felt like she was staring at a stranger. What kind of a person would spring something so selfish and hurtful on his own wife, after forty one years? Didn't he know that was like a slap in the face to her. Forty one years of marriage, two children, six grandkids and now he.