I felt around, gently running my hand across the left side of her chest. No kitten! "Nope, try again," Jennifer said, smiling. My heart pounding now, ... took my first opportunity to caress her other nipple, moving my fingertips in gentle circles. "Not there," she offered. My hand at first massaged her shoulders; still no kitty. Down Jen's belly now, her skin getting hot. No, don't go there yet, I said to myself. Instead, I slid around either side of her tummy toward the couch, half caressing. Anurag, who had already released his load once got hard again. I took out her boobs from her dress once again but this time there was no dupatta. If anyone would have turned back, they could have possibly got glimpses of her boobs and see her jumping on my lap that would give anyone the impression that she was getting fucked like a slut. But no one did as the very few people who were there were busy enjoying just like us and even if a few did see any of us we never seemed to care. But I'm really very sure this time. Call it a mother's intuition. I know how strongly you feel about her, and I know that whatever happens, it's going to be for the best." I don't know. I just don't know, Mom. I mean, what would I do without her? I know that sounds absurd given all the women in my life, but there's just one Glory, you know? I love her! Am I crazy to want her so badly when I have you and the others with me? Am I selfish? At times like this I feel like I must be mad. It's just. Janet tried to delay it for another day, but her husband would not take no for an answer. In order to speed things along I suggested that I use my phone, and could text the pictures to Rachel after. Their family lined up together for the first photo. Then Janet and her husband, posed alone, facing each other, pecking a kiss. It was cute. As we drove, I turned and reached for my bag behind the passenger seat. Janet commented saying that I smelled nice. My reply got a laugh out of her, "Its this.