They are now waiting for me in Manya’s husband home which was in Marathahalli. I reached her home during the lunch time. By the time I had reached t...ere, Divya was already there in white sleeveless shirt and Khaki shorts, which flaunt her great ass. When I entered the home, Divya was watching TV and I sat near her. Her smooth, creamy wheatish thighs were taunting me.Me: Where is your hot friend?Divya: She had gone out. Will be back in an hour.Me: We have got our own time.She gave me a naughty. ” She did, and felt him undoing a few of the buttons. He pulled it off, over her head, and the air felt cool against her skin. “Put your hands back.” She did. The fingertip returned, a pair this time, teasing each nipple through her bra. “They’re very hard. I wonder why that is?” She could hear his smile. He said, “Keep your hands where they belong. I’m going to take your skirt off.” He helped her stand. He must have knelt in front of her, because she felt his breath against the skin of her. I put the scrunchie back in the drawer, shivering a little as I thought about Jack running his hand through my hair.I went to the refrigerator, got the apple juice and poured three glasses. I opened the cabinet and found the box of Triscuits I saw when Wanda and I were rearranging the kitchen. There was a block of cheddar cheese that someone must have gotten from Costco in the refrigerator, so I sliced a bunch, put it on a plate with a pile of Triscuits and got three napkins. The whole thing. Ten minutes later he was down in jeans and lumberjack shirt, his dad looked and mouthed ‘really?’. His son was no natty dresser. Mandy and his mother were sharing beauty tips and drinking coffee. He waited patiently and finished his drink; then they left.“Tony”“Yes dear?”“Put your tongue back in. She’s your son’s girlfriend”“How? Why?”“Who knows? And I know she’s got a lovely bottom. But if you don’t stop ogling it as it wiggles down the street with our son, I may find it unnecessary to suggest.
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