I said no that is not a belt let it go. But she would not and literally turned around staring at my face and asking “well what is it then”? My 7 i...nches was in a dilemma or was it me? She would not let it go and by which time she had her other hand on top of mine which had her boobs squeezed. For a moment I thought she would slap me for being so bold as fondling her tits but, to my surprise she just held my hand on her breast. She said “show me what it is then if it is not your belt buckle”. I. Normally, I am not the jealous type but she brought that emotion out in me. Back then, if she told me to kill someone, I may have. She made me blind with desire for her. She made me forget that I was married with children. She was my devil and I had a devil of a time with her. I was powerless in her spell. She was a drug and I was addicted to her. I think she loved me in her own way, that is, if she could love anyone other than herself, then she loved me, at least, I thought she loved me.. Tab mom ghar se bahar aayi or idhar udhar dekha to uska mera dost vaha se gujarta hua dikahyi diya to usne use aavaj diya or wo dono ghar ke andar gaye main bhi chupkese ghar ke back side se upar chad kar male par chad gaya or niche un dono ko dekh rahata vhasa se muje wo dono dikh bhi rahete or unki baate bhi sunane aa rahi thi lekin wo muje dekh nahi sakte te.Mom ne use kaya ki sonu ( dost ka nick name) jara help kara wo anaj se bhari huyi goniya vaha rakhne hai to wo dono zukhar wo goni utha. Mom had become increasingly shrill with her objections to me going. I wasn’t sure if it was punishment, fear of losing what little control she had left, or pure spite. I had indications that the last one was at least part of it when I overheard her tell my dad that she didn’t want me in that country with girls who were so loose. I rolled my eyes. If she knew the full extent of my sex life, her brain would short-circuit worse than it already did whenever I was around.Fortunately, Dad always kept.