Maybe I’ll feel like discussing matters in the new year. Right now, I’m concentrating on getting through the next thirty-six hours without killing...someone, myself included. Then maybe, I’ll sign over my inheritance to her and take off myself.”He nodded with an understanding expression on his face, and I took the box of envelopes. Thank God, they were labeled so I wouldn’t have to guess.The next day was the worst day of the past year, and possibly my whole life. I showed up to meet the party. Loud enough that the entire room, filled with lip smacking and moans; went silent. I felt the eyes upon me as I slowly worked my hand under her tight shorts and thong. The soaking wet clit was mine as I rubbed her slowly. The comments shot from all around and whispers filled the empty silence. Quick as a gunshot, I felt her hand leave my back and go straight for my now throbbing cock. Seconds turned into minutes, my fingers strained to give her more, and another feeling washed over me. It was a. The how come or why part, I'll leave up to you. Oooh, that's a pretty coffee cup you have!We met in a smoky bar, filled with loud music and even louder men and women. It was a hotel's bar; the hotel that had just hosted a technical conference where I had been a speaker as well as an organizer. I saw many familiar faces, all unwinding, as conference attendees do on the last day of any conference. How glad I was, it had come off pretty well and now we could all let our hair down a bit, among. I just loved the smell of her pussy.I kissed her pussy softly. She moaned, “Ahh yes, Vinay.” I kissed her again a little deeper, and she moaned softly. I gently pushed my tongue out and licked her outer lips. I started licking Malar’s burning pussy in gentle soft single strokes on her soft outer lips.The cool wetness of my saliva drenching her burning pussy to cool it down a bit, but in vain. Her heat kept raising with my every lick on her pussy. This was not the Malar I knew, hot, bitchy and.