She looked at them and frowned, then crossed to the low cupboard on which a dozen glasses stood. She took one, filled it from the water cooler then to...k a long sip as her heartbeat began to return to normal.She had done what needed to be done and had done it well. Her father would be proud of her; Peter would be proud of her. She looked at her reflection in the window. The blonde hair had been right; it went so well with the brightness of her dress and the warmth of her new name.She refilled. ’ ‘I don’t know what to say.’ To cover his uncertainty he gets up and moves to the cabinet in the corner. ‘I think this calls for a drink. Brandy all right?’ ‘I guess so.’ As she stretches an arm and takes the drink from him she looks deep in his eyes. Then, almost bemused she looks at the glass, throws her head back, drains it in one gulp and sets it on the small coffee table. ‘Make love to me Peter. Hide the memory. Make me new.’ Standing, automaton like, she starts to undress. First her. Shabnam felt so close to him emotionally when he endeared her saying Shaboo. She took his face in her hands and kissed him on lips, he kissed her back. Soon their kiss turned wet, he tasted her saliva and she tasted his. His hands were moving all over her back Rahul then placed his right hand between her legs, with his palm pressing her vagina over her salwar. He felt she was very warm there. He did not do anything else, just gripped her there tight and hard with his hand as if trying to lift. Your eyes look directly into mine. You raise your skirt as you slip your leg over mine. You straddle my legs, and still looking deeply into my eyes, your hand clasps firmly on my cock. You lower your mouth until it is almost touching the very tip of my cock. I reach out to pull your face onto me, but your hand grabs my arm and pushes it away. Your other hand squeezes my cock again. I squirm on my seat, lost in the pleasure and the joy of your touch, begging for more, my body pleading for you to.