As we lay there all huddled together a thought hit me."We have to tell Dad." I said, giving Izzy a one armed hug."Tell him what?" she mumbled."That he...s going to be a grandfather."She stiffened up briefly and stopped breathing. I hugged her tighter."It's going to be alright Izzy. He had to know it could happen. But I don't think he's going to be expecting three granddaughters. And I want Lilly and Peggy to meet him too. We should invite him out here... soon."Izzy started breathing again. "Okay.. Initially only general talk. We did meet a few times for lunch and dinner but that was it. I was afraid of making a move because i had just been dumped and had very low confidence. Plus i am a quite person and dont really flirt a lot..One day we decided to go out for clubbing with our other friends. We met at a pub in saket, sonam was wearing a backless black dress, had free open hair and looked really hot. Just seeing her like that made my dick hard.So aftr a couple of drinks she got a bit. But I found a song that made me think.” I explained.Dulcie laughed. “Did you know none of the Monkees could play an instrument* when they started? They were just a set-up for a t/v series. But the music really caught on and they did quite well. You’re thinking you’re in love.” Statement, not question.(*Apparently an urban legend. I wouldn’t know either way)I shrugged. “Like the song, I never thought about being in love, as related to myself. But when I saw Rebecca, even the first time, it was. A small groan of erotic frustration escaped his lips and without even being aware of it, his hands started to caress her body. Trailing over her entire body, his fingers barely touched her skin. She shivered and twisted onto her back. From her feet and all the way up her body, his fingers skimmed over her skin. And then back down until he reached her breasts. His left hand circled around her breast until he was holding and touching and pinching her right nipple. She moaned in pleasure. As he.