The baby, a boy, was the spitting image of her ex-lover. I went along with her wanting the baby's Christian name derived from that her ex-lover's firs...t name. The baby's middle name was a combination of her ex-lover's first names and mine. Of course, the baby was to carry my last name.Our first born was somewhere between six and seven months old when I had suspicions, but no proof, that my wife was drifting back into wandering from her marital vows.I didn't want to seem paranoid, but she seemed. “Well, as a bonus, I’m not moving out, you know. I’m right here, gonna be there for you to help you out. I might have to go back to Hell a lot to run things there, as I always do, but remember that I won’t abandon you, babe,” Dean told me with a very powerful kiss, making it clear that we were still lovers in his book, too.Wow, most of my lovers have all been women, and the one dude that I picked turned out to be the Devil Himself! What were the odds of that? I wonder if this meant no torment. Amazing medics."But they couldn't have saved her leg if you hadn't stopped thebleeding," Hazel says. She pours tea. I didn't hear Carla come backwith it, didn't realise I'd spoken about that Land Rover."We ask a lot of people like you." Hazel strokes my hair for a fewminutes before I feel her reach away for something. A moment later shestrokes my hair again, but this time with a hair brush. It makes asmooth, silken noise through my very long hair while the swish andlong, slow pull of the brush. Phit maine pinki ko apne taraf khicha aur bolo aao darling tumhare kapde bhi khol doon aur uske tops ko utar diya use dekh rinki bhi apne kapde utarne lagi to maine bola are rinki darlig kyo pareshan ho rahi ho ruko mai hoon na to wo rum gayi uske baad maine pinki ki jeance bhi utaar di ab wo bra panty me thi maine uski bra ka huk kholna chaha to mijhe nahi khula to maine gusse se bra kas ke kich di to wo fat gayi aur huk bhi tot gaya phir maine uski panty bhi utaar di wow kya badan tha ekdam.