Her upbringing was typical middle class wherein husband was ‘Pati Parmeshwar” and her duty is to take care of all his needs. By Indian standards h...e had been a good house wife. Dilip too had been a good husband had provided them with all luxuries- Big house, car, electronic goods, enough money for monthly expenses. There was nothing Sheila missed except the warmth of holding Dilip in her arms.Sheila had maintained her figure well by exercising on the tead mill at home. Many of her friends were. “Would you stay still?”Dexter got up and moved to the other chair on the set. There was now an empty chair between him and Phil.“There’s busted spring in your chair. It was poking me in butt,” Dexter said.“It’s kind of hard talking to you with you seated all of the way over there,” Phil said.Dexter sat back in his chair and smiled. Phil’s comfort meant very little to him, in comparison to his comfort.“It’s kind of hard talking to you with a spring poking me in the butt.”“Sorry about that,” Phil. I've fucked a few of my husbands friends before, so this was nothing new, but this guy was a typical army asshole, with his hooah bullshit.I saw he was wearing his army uniform belt with his jeans, i said 'loser" , he then pulled out his dick, it was hard and he had than look like fuck me or i'll snap. I pulled the car over smiling and began to suck it. He grabbed my tits the best he could but in the end he had my hair and stuffed my face inbetween his legs. My puss was wet, i wanted to lick. She was wrong. She confessed everything. She got it all out before telling him how sorry she was that she had lied. She nearly cried when he said he forgave her, saying he wasn’t mad and could understand why she had done it. Though she was overjoyed at this, she knew he couldn’t really understand why she had. She wanted to explain it to him, to have him know what no one else did. She wanted him to see the tortured and lonely soul that tried to find release through a new life. She wanted him to.