” The voice answered.“But I have not done anything wrong in my life… I mean some lies and maybe I could have gone to church more but still, I ha...ve not done anything that bad. And I have tried to help people and does helping grandmas crossing streets not count?” Alan rambled on fear seeping in slowly.“It’s not about right or wrong for you...actually it is because you never succumbed and indulged in the pleasures of the flesh. I think the almighty took pity on you guys.” The voice replied with a. His wife's name is Becky. She is a cute little hotty, with light brown shoulder length hair, big mellon shaped breast, and a firm tight little ass that she wiggles whenever she walks, and she loves to strut around in short tight fitting pants, exposing her glorious assets. My wife told me from the start, that she thought she was trying to catch my eye. Now my wife is also a very beautiful woman with long flowing auburn hair, small firm breast, long shapely legs, and an ass worth dying for. I. "I've got rights, too." "Name them," he sneered."Well, for one thing," I answered defiantly, "I've got a right to some kind of life outside of this house." "Bullshit!" he bellowed. "A woman's place is in the home... and that's it!" "I don't buy that," I retorted."Then try this on for size!" he yelled, and let loose a slap that 'caught me right across the cheekbone.Staggering backward until I bumped against the wall, I cried, "You hit me! Who do you think you are, you barbarian?" "Your husband,". She said, “Stop looking me all the time, it makes me feel…” she stopped for a second and asked me to clean the bedroom. I went upstairs and started to clean. No big mess. Just arranged the bed and took the stained sheet. It had little blood and a lot of sweat. I put it in a separate bag for washing.All the cleaning was done. I started downstairs. Kavi was standing near the door breathing heavily. I know what it is and I can’t wait. I slowly moved to her and held her chin up and kissed her.