I gave her my cell number and my e-mail address and she gave me her personal card. I promised we'd stay in touch and I had every intention of doing so....We'd been having sex almost every afternoon and night. She checked out of her room the second day and moved in with me. She was easy to be with and it seemed very comfortable having her around. Again, I almost never thought about the age difference and I don't think she did either. We were good for each other and that was enough. We laughed a. So on. we made a simple plan for this 3 some (actually he wanted to see thats it, so it may not the exact 3 some). as planned i came to srirangam and taken good lodge just in front of the temple. and phoned him that “i took this lodge and number is so and so”, he brought his wife to the temple and told her let us visit my friend here who also came to srirangam for official visit.she was not having any doubt as it was kept secret to her that she is going to be fucked by the stranger within. Stepping slowly backwards she felt his hands start to fondle her arse cheeks. Only giving him a few seconds she danced away again; by this stage she had left her wedding dance far behind, it was more like a Western lap dance. She would move in to tantalise him with her painted tits or her arse and then move away leaving him in Julie and Safiya's hands until she returned. As the music ended she was back where she had started and in the same pose."Bravo!" Mark applauded enthusiastically as she. Does that count? Is that all it is?’ I watch as she pulls a fine, pine drawer from its runners and completely up-ends it on the mattress, scrambling through the collection of knick-knacks and junk. ‘Could Zoey and I be regular, happy people? People with kids, jobs and responsibilities? What does it mean to be normal? Are we normal?’ I climb onto the landing and quietly pad into the main bedroom. Zoey has a suitcase on the bed, digging through it and casting out anything she deems worthless..