She moved away and walked back to the bar. He did the same except that he put some money on the bar and went out the door rather than return to his se...t. Within a minute, the woman left as well.I knew that I has just witnessed a clandestine meeting and the woman was probably married and wanted to meet her lover. They had come here separately and then left to be together. I knew that somewhere, some man was being cuckolded, just like me. All of a sudden, the pain and grief that I felt that night. At 6:55 Bill was still waiting for Bridget to come down stairs."Bridge, we're going to be late. Just remember, this early dinner was your idea!" I'll be right down!"Bridget stood in front of the full-length mirror for one final review. Her hair was just as she wanted it. The cut of the blouse and skirt made her waist look 20 inches. The shoes and short skirt made her look as if she was all legs. She absentmindedly smoothed down the front of her skirt and said, "Here we go!"Bill caught his. It was only after she left that I realized that my heartless cock, for the first time, kept itself in check when in her presence.Slightly worried about the future of my relationship with her, I closed the door behind her, and went to take a nap, knowing that I had a long night ahead. Towards evening, I was woken up by a visibly cheerful Sarla bhabhi, who came to inform me that Amisha would have only two people accompanying her, all her other friends having already made plans with their. ”“My name is Nathaniel.” He chuckled. “We could do that too. Together.”She stepped back with a mischievous smile. “And waste the supper I packed us? Not a chance. Get changed, Nathaniel.”She waited for him on the blanket in the larger clearing, trying to avoid thinking about him just down the hill, naked and damp ... and hoping she’d wash his back. She shook her head and rolled her eyes, choosing instead to lay out the picnic that she’d organised. It was nothing remarkable – some fresh game,.