She was sitting cross-legged on the couch and I kept getting glimpses of her panties. I was so caught up in her panties that I didn’t even notic... when she stopped reading. She was staring at me… when I finally realized what had happened, my face turned red as a tomato and I couldn’t think of an excuse. After sitting there for what seemed like hours she finally said to me, “OK, now onto the French Revolu- tion.” Although I tried not to look at her panties, she had. Neelam inserted her warm sweet tongue in my mouth and started exploring.I sucked at her lips like there’s no tomorrow. This went on for 10 minutes when I slowly moved back a little. I wanted to feel Neelam’s breasts that were rubbing on my chest for so long. As I cupped her boobs over the bathrobe, Neelam moaned.She broke the kiss and opened her robe to reveal a perfect pair of white tits with pink nipples. Her boobs were like cones standing up at 45 degrees without the slightest sag. Neelam. And I want to make a good impression. So it’s agreed. You are Carstairs, I am Your Royal Highness.”“Excellent, Your Royal Highness.”“No, don’t start now. Asim is fine. Do you have ... black suit?”“I’m sure I do. But do you really mean a black suit, or something more butler-esque? Because I have that, too.”“Yes! Okay, then let’s go. We have to prepare.”I knew what I had to do to prepare, but I’ll be buggered if I know what kept him busy for two hours. I had to unpack the other two suitcases to. They sat staring at each other. Finally Bobby asked, "He said they're downtown?" He said they just left in the guy's car."Bobby sat staring in to space. She couldn't have lied to him about going out of town, so she could see another guy — could she?"Hey, uh, I think I'm gonna, you know, uh, go home Sammy." Bobby, I'm sorry. I hope Bill was wrong. Maybe it wasn't her, you know?" she offered, trying to give him some hope."Yeah, me too. Thanks Sammy." He was surprised when he stood up to go that.