Me bahar gaya hua tha tab mera phone me ek msg aaya or wo msg khol kar dekha to koi unknow number tha msg me likha hua tha uska bhai means mera dost k...a bare me puch rahi the presnal quasion ?. Usa mena msg me jawab de diya. But jab usna mera bare me pucha ki ap kis type ki ladki pasand karte ho tab mena usa jawab kuch nahi dia. Or fir me apne kam me busy ho gaya. Do din bad alfina ka msg fir aaya tab usna pucha ki muje se dosti karoge to mena usa jawab me ha likh kar bhej diya. Uska bad humari. I knew my husband from when we were in school he was a couple of years younger than me and one night I bumped into him in a local pub and got chatting to him and ended up going home to his place with him had a great night together and as far as we were both concerned that was it but the following week we bumped into each other again and the same thing happened but the following morning we agreed to meet up in the week and eventually got together and ended up getting married my husband had. After all, I was sitting on top of a living swamp. I'd just have to use bio-degradable soap and stick with a composting toilet.At one auction I found a dresser, a bed, four chairs and a big kitchen table that I could afford. The rugs were going pretty high so I backed off. Another auction got me a fresh tractor battery for ten bucks. I wished that I could do that a few times! The same place had an Aladdin hanging lantern. Nobody knew what it was. I did. I picked up a three hundred dollar. I was as horny as he was and started in by unbuttoning his shirt. We were soon naked on my bed where the usual kissing and touching ensued. Knowing what was about to happen, I went to reach for the box of condoms I kept in my underwear drawer (it's a little over an arm's length from my bed).I was living with my Aunt and Uncle while attending graduate school at Cal Berkeley, but I was staying in the guesthouse, so I had a measure of privacy. Alex and I had started dating a couple of months.