She felt the best, physically, that she could ever remember feeling. At the same time her soul felt as if it were dying within her. Her wife didn't lo...ve her. She had failed, somehow, as a husband. She didn't feel that there was anything else left to live for. Maybe her wife and kids would be better off without her. Maybe. She didn't know anymore. Her whole world had changed... magic existed and now she was a young woman. All she did know was that she had to get away. To think. Grabbing her keys. I have a kiss and asked her to come quick .she said the she is having headace , then I aksed herlet me get somemedicines for her, so I have her one saridon, and then I asked her hre me give her head massage , first she refused , par mere jayada request karne par who maan gayi , while I was giving her head massage , I can see her cleavage clearly , bocz she was wearing very loose t- shirt , mere lund toh bahut hi tight ho gaya tha, by loking at the cleavge and thinking of her tight pussy. So i. She was wearing a Burkha covered from head to toe. The Burkha was semi-transparent and it clearly gave the view that she was all naked inside. Her boobs and bums were visible from outside it. As per her body structure I could easily guess that she was Gulafsa itself. But I didn’t say anything and she moved inside the cabin. She was standing near the table of Abdul and Abdul said something to her. She started to raise her dress and soon it was all gone. Indeed she was Gulafsa only, I have seen. The guilt came from my part in the debauchery. I, Scott Wheeler, set it up, made it happen, and watched it happen. I wondered what Beth was feeling about it. Was she angry at me, at herself? Did she have remorse? After a couple of fruitless hours I closed the files, turned off the computer, and made ready to leave. I was almost to the door when the phone rang."Hi Scott," came Roland Morgan's voice. "Beth said you left a note that you were working." Hi Roland," I said. "Yeah, had some work to.