Are you going somewhere?” I said “No, can’t I look nice at home?” she murmured “usually you don’t” and went to her room. I was also curi...ous to see this friend. My sister use to bring her friend home but none of them were attractive and also I was not sexually active and I never noticed in sexual manner. I was hoping that this time it will be different. I was watching TV in the living lounge when our door ring ranged. The servant girl opened the door and Abeera entered the lounge. I was. I had a woman who was afraid of heights, and when she opened her eyes from a long kiss, she was in the air, and she freaked out, and started hitting me. I barely got her to the ground in one piece, where many people were quite interested in why I should be next to a drunk, disheveled and very frightened young woman. So I did what any young man would do... slipped into the shadows and flew away.I am in my late 20s now, and I have finally decided to start to settle down. I've learned that there. She fingered the underside of his swollen cockhead.The horse's cock snapped upright, throbbing.It was bigger than the ram's prick--quite a good deal bigger- -and the horny woman wasn't at all sure if she could take it. But she sure as hell was going to try.She pulled the horse's cockshaft back with both hands, so that his dark prickhead stood out, flaring.She leaned in and began to tongue his cock.She lapped all over his delicious slab of horsemeat, then tilted her head and fed the tip into her. What I have only just discovered though is that my wife isn’t as honest as I’d assumed, and her lying ways have changed my life forever.You may well be asking how it came to be that I knew nothing about my wife’s behaviour, but there is this thing called wilful blindness, the sad state of mind where you know something may well be going on, but you make excuses for it.“He’s working late again,” “He’s really tired from work,” “She’s out with friends again,” They’re all excuses that we hear, but.