She wasn't woman enough to even get a man's attention, let alone hold it.The psychologist's evaluation was simply that Lorene suffered from extremely ...low self esteem and the situation was not likely to improve as long as her conflicts with her sons continued. He had tried standard therapy with only moderate success. Lorene was back to functioning again, running the bookshop, doing the shopping, maintaining the home, but only at a marginal level as her feelings of self worth continued to. Mom ko awaj di to woh kitchen mein thi.Main: Chalo Nisha aunty ata hu meeting kar ke. Mom ko by bolke ata hun.Abhi bhi Nisha Aunty ka mood waisa hi tha unhone kuch react nahi kiya bas gardan hilayi ok bola. Lagta hai Nisha Aunty sach mein kisi badi musibat mein hai. Main unhe dekhte dekhte kitchen mein chala gaya.Mom: Tum ruk nahi sakte? Jana itna jaroori hai.Main: Abhi ata hun 1-2 hours mein bas attendance deni hai.Mom: Nisha ayi hai fir bhi maine panty nahi pahni. (Aur mom ne ankh mar di)Wow. I will smile and tell him that my pussy is his whenever he wants it and I will kiss him goodbye. The door will be barely closed behind him and I will be running up the steps to the bedroom where my husband will be waiting with a rock hard cock, providing, of course, that he didn't jack off in the closet.How did a thirty-eight year old loving wife and mother of three become such a cock hungry slut? Just pure dumb luck, I guess. It all started last December when my company threw its annual. He laughed and said “Its an old temperamental heating system and I know just how to get it going” and with that followed me into my apartment. Sure enough with a few bangs and pushing of buttons it fired into life. “Thanks” I said, “would you like a cup of tea?” He shook his head and insisted I come to his as it was much warmer.His apartment was the same as mine only warmer and we chatted over tea and biscuits as I told him about my day. He was so easy to talk too. He told me about.