is it hands praying or clapping here? on the button? just wondering?

So more about my aunt. My aunt through marriage is quite a piece of work. A compulsive liar and a master of manipulation. She's a horrible wife, and it's safe to say she is a waste of skin. We've managed to get along all theses years by taking her in small doses. For as long as I can remember, I've had a thing for women's hands. She happens to have some of the most beautiful hands I've ever seen. Whenever we do hang out with them, I'm forever starring at her beautiful hands. Three summers ago we had a bbq. We had a huge turn out including this aunt and uncle. Things start dying down by 1am. The alcohol was flowing and everyone was happy. The last of the guest leave and my aunt and uncle spend the night in our spare room. She's always the last to go to bed. With the liquid courage flowing through me, I decide I'm finally going to tell her about my love for her hands. I waited for her in the foyer of our place. She took forever to come downstairs on the way to the spare room. Finally she comes down stairs and I snag her hand and take her outside the front door. Perplexed she asked what I'm doing. I proceed to spill my guts out to her. There's an awkward silence for a few seconds. I was in fear. I shouldn't have said anything I thought. Finally she smiles and grabs my hand and leads me to the bench by the pond in the back yard. The moon was so bright. She gently rubbed my face. Her hands were so soft and she was so gentle. She would run her fingers through my hair and I would kiss her hands as they passed my lips. I was in heaven. I sucked on her wedding ring finger and slobbered all over her massive ring. I kissed both of her hands repeatedly and buried my face in them. She took her time with me. She kept rubbing my face and making sure I felt every bit of the bad boys. I commented that it would be nice to see her nails painted. It was something I had never seen her do before. Finally after about a half hours worth of playing around, she pulled me in for a warm kiss on the lips and said she really needed to hit the hay. She wished me good night as she walked back to the house. A few months went by and we didn't see them till thanksgiving. We were at their place and all seated at the table. Wouldn't you know it, she had her nails painted a beautiful soft pink. She smiled at me as we were passing the food around, and when no one was looking, I even got a kiss in. To this day, I'm still allowed a kiss or two if the opportunity presents itself.

So more about my aunt. My aunt through marriage is quite a piece of work. A compulsive liar and a ma...

I have a small family. Only two cousins, but hate them through and through. Growing up, my uncle pumped my grandmother for every dime she had. His endless "Business ventures" were all badly run scams to allow him to have fancy lunches and drink like a fish. His oldest daughter wasn't his, and everybody knew it. He treated her like crap and dumped money on his kid...who was the worst spoiled brat I've ever seen. He had sex with his step-daughter after getting her high. His daughter was jealous so he started a years long sexual relationship with her. She bragged about it. Her second child was fathered by her father. The whole family disrespects what a sacrifice my grandmother made for them and their well being. The youngest cousin is dead (thank god) and who knows where the other one is. She is the spoiled brat who killed herself. They've lived on welfare and hand-outs their whole life, yet last time we met lectured me on politics. I wish they were all dead.

I have a small family. Only two cousins, but hate them through and through. Growing up, my uncle pum...

I broke with my ex. Immediately after our break up; we came to know that I was pregnant. I got married with another guy later in Switzerland Duuni but never had any love for my ex as she used to fight with me all the time. I cheated . I didn't tell about my ex who was pregnant. he keeps asking me about he but cannot reveal him about the pregnancy. I dont want to talk with my wife about anything of my past. But she constantly asks me about it. If I tell her the truth we will have to separate each other and separate kids from us. I dont want to do that. but want to live happily married. Now I am married for 9 years. But arguments with my live in, is sometimes make me feel that I should tell the truth. I am confused. i dont want to die. can anyone suggest what should i do?

I broke with my ex. Immediately after our break up; we came to know that I was pregnant. I got marr...