It was the pebble too many; the fucking straw that had broken the camel's back. I was ranting and raving before, angry, upset, hating the world. Possi...bly, though, maybe even probably, I would have eventually calmed down. I would have eventually found it within myself to let go and forget Amber and Dave. Finding out that the little boy, my little son, wasn't my little son ... well, that had focused me. My anger had turned to rage and then beyond, way into something I'm not sure even had a. Paying customers:Ingrid was a very successful business woman, but she had very little success with men. Although she was built like an Amazon, blonde, very tall & with a voluptuous figure, her powerful personality frightened men away.She had answered one of Claire’s small advertisements in a human equine magazine. On a weekend that she was not working, Ingrid would drive to the property on Friday night & stay until Sunday night before returning to her high-flying executive life. In Claire’s. Or aawaje aa rhi thi jor jor se aaah aaah amit aaahIss pose me b bhut maza aa raha tha mujhe uske boobs hawa me lehra rhe the. Or pura bahar karke 1 jhatke me andar lene lagi thi.Kya garm chut thi yar uski andar se.Me b uski ass pe hath rakhke usko upar niche karke land pel raha tha uski bhuki chut me. Or wo bol rhi thi ki amit or tej or tej aaaaah aaaaah aaaaah my jaan u are really a great fucker.Fir uski speed slow ho gyi to me usko doggy pose me lekar peeche se uski chut me land gusakar uski. Things were going on casually until one incident in which both of our opinions changed and we were thinking of going one step ahead in relationship. The incident was on the day of their marriage anniversary, on that day she had worn the dress gifted to her by her husband on behalf of the occasion.On that there was a small party to celebrate the moment and we were enjoying each other’s company. The moment she came out of the room after her dressing with the dress changed my opinion. She was.