"Well, that's not good," she said. "When is the insurance company going to come through with your check?" I don't know," I replied. "They're sure taki...g their own sweet time." Well why don't you bunk in at my place while you wait?" That's a sweet offer honey, but I couldn't intrude. Besides, I think your boyfriend may have something to say about that. Didn't you two move in together a couple months ago?" Yeah we did," she said, "but he won't mind. He knows we've been friends for a while now,. I stood by her door and rang the doorbell. She opened the door and I was amazed to look at her. Contrary to her ‘sanskari’ Punjabi dress avatar, she was wearing a low-neck pink top flashing her cleavage and shorts. Her lips looked very glossy and wet. Her hair was loose and wavy.She smiled at me and called me in.I went in and saw that there was no one in the house. It was well organized and was full of girly stuff. I asked her, who lives there with her. She replied, “Yaha par rent pe mere sath. Within seconds she’s climaxing, her big, beautiful breasts heaving against me. I don’t need a touch to know I’m also very wet. I’ll seek release later. Now that she’s red-hot from the orgasm (it came quickly…I wonder if she’s had any action lately?) I drop the suggestion that she should return to my poolside for some sun on Saturday, hinting that Mark will come by to clean the pool. She won’t know that I’ll prep Mark for some action–I’m getting tired of him anyway–his cock may stretch me, but. Hewas placed in an induced coma for a week, while the swelling on hisbrain was reduced. During that time the letter that Carol had sentarrived and was duly recorded, but once her death was established it wasexamined more closely and a time-line worked out. Jim Davis, the lawyerwho normally dealt with Carol went to the hospital to find out forhimself if the procedures carried out on her husband really were true.Even before he woke Davis announced that he was acting, at least for themoment on.