Even now when I have so exhaustive and exhausting a basis for comparison, he is still exceptional. It was most definitely not: marry in haste, repent ...at leisure. At least not for me. And I don’t think for him. Despite everything that has happened, I still love him, though I can’t expect him to believe that. The problems were my work and winter. I did not realize how much more demanding being a partner would be. In addition to managing my fund, I had all sorts of new responsibilities, and all. Mujhe pura boobs to nahi dikha par bra se bahar aate boobs dekh ke hi mera lund khada ho gaya. Tabhi maami ne mujhe awaj lagaya ki aake unki madad karu. Main jaan buch k eek min baad gaya, quki mujhe apna lund set karna tha jo ki khada hoke pant me se saaf dikh ra tha, jab tak main pahuch to dekha ki maami bra pehen chuki hai or blouse ke piche ke fitte ko lagane bol ri hai. Main jaake piche ke fite ko band dia, kya batun yaaron us samay meri halat bahut kharab thi, mera lund pura khada ho gaya. I feel rested for some strange reason.Perhaps it is melancholy.Perhaps it is nerves.I do know the darkness is there. I can see it. I can feel it. But it does not scare me. I may not be out of the woods but I have a bright torch and a spare (backup!) at the ready.I always do the backup thing. In all facets of my life. You name it and I have a backup or spare in place.I may have also forgotten to mention that along with my therapist, I did tell my sister all about my revalations. I even told her. But my horniness made me bold enough to make a move. “No” I said. “I want to help you”. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned so I could go to work. After the clasp I slid the zipper down almost to her ass before she turned and gave me a hard stare. I slid the zipped up a little but went to her bra. The clasp took a bit of work and my fingers were vibrating with excitement. When it came loose I didn’t let the straps go. I moved them foreword and in one quick motion I pressed ever.