Toast for breakfast. I ate slowly, thoughtfully, wondering what Christina was doing. Wondering what Lauren was doing. Tracing the steps back to when t...is duality began. I won’t be able to do this for long, I thought to myself. I switched on the TV as I finished eating. Some soap opera drivel. I marveled at how screenwriters can be so incredibly wrong when describing relationships. Then, suddenly, I kicked myself for not asking for Lauren’s phone number. She would certainly have done something. Friends this route is a very beautiful road where the view is very amazing and it is through the green forest covered with thick bushes.During the drive we were very much into good chats (she was like a chatter box the person who never stopped chatting) and discussions which were mostly regard our past.We were like two old friends meeting after a long time. And I was already instructed not to advance too fast in my moves as she wants to first move comfortably along with me.We reached Goa around. Home...back into her house where everything was safe and calm. But he neverstayed home long at all. Something kept calling him out and before sheknew it, he was gone again.Eventually, she found herself searching for him at some type of fancyparty, an affair of some kind - that she finally realized was awedding. All the people were dressed up fancy - except her. She feltvery out of place among them. But where was Sissy? She knew he had tobe there somewhere. People milled about everywhere.. She nodded so I pulled them from me and tossed them over my shoulder before sliding into the bed. 'You need a cuddle?' 'Definitely and I want to thank you for being so kind to me, letting me stay in your room ... and everything' Charlotte whispered. As I laid on my back she rested her head on my shoulder and eased her leg between mine so that I could feel the dampness of her pussy on my thigh.A few minutes passed as we laid together like this and I gently stroked my hand up and down her back..