We took time to know each other.Sometimes we exchange songs of Hindi movies over whatsapp. Her inclination to send me mostly sad songs gave me signal.... I took a chance and we end up discussing our lives.Eventually, our married lives were exposed to each other. Her unhappiness with her husbands disinterest and my sexual starvation because of an unattractive wife, both got exposed.Her fears like old age, dark circles around her eyes were known to me. My fear of dying underfucked was known to. No! In all the excitement this morning I had forgotten the bet that Ihad so obviously lost The extensions were one thing - I could alwayshave them taken out and give myself a buzz cut to get rid of the dyedhair, but A cup breast implants? How would I hide those? I'd have towear baggy tops at the very least, and if Jill saw them, how could Iexplain away such obvious (though slight) breast development,especially with the operation marks? True, the implants could be takenout, but that was beside. After finishing my on-site assignments, I returned home and went on my honeymoon trip with my newly married husband the next day. He was topped up with cum and made silly suggestions of taking away some of the sexual heat. Not that I didn’t help him, but whenever we got together in the house, his nosy mother would come and disturb our privacy.My husband wanted me to release some sexual tension because holding it in wouldn’t have made him last longer. And he refused to masturbate! All the way to. Apart from a couple of times when they had to take cover and wait shivering while parties of hikers passed by, the day was incident free and Jim duly appeared at the redezvous.He and Gwen disappeared behind a convenient wall for a very long time and the other two ate their meal in silence until Jessica spoke."I'm really going to love altering that lovely face of yours, Harriet. You won't ever be pretty again - I promise you that" You and whose army? You don't scare me, Jessica." sneered Harry..