Usne jeans top pehna tha.Nd maine kurta payajama. Usne dheere dheere meri baaju pakri nd mere shoulder pe sir rakh lia. Tb tk mujhe kuch galat feel na...i hua thn vo apni nose mere shoulder pe rakh k ragarne lagi. I thot use cold hai nd maine use apna rumaal de dia.Usne apne sir pe hath maara or kaha tu sach main budhhu hai ya mujhe bna rha hai. Mene puchha kya mtlb.Thn she said rehne de,tu ni smjhega.Tb mujhe sachme kuch bhi samajh ni aaya. Aise hi din beet gaye nd hm phone pe ghanto baat krte. Jim was wearing a yellow hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts, and looked like he had already had a few drinks by the big smile on his face. Carol was wearing a black, low cut blouse, and a white skirt that fit her curves very well. He hair was wind blown, but looked very sexy. She had a very small waist, wide thighs, and a very healthy ass. She was standing with her back to the door so I had a very good view of that ass. Her legs came out of her white skirt very nicely, and they were tan and brown.. His hands were opening her shirt now. “But…the Swiss collector took it very nice, sir..” “Yes, but only because I promised him…you..” “What..?!” she said, truly not believing her ears. Had her boss really said that? “Shut up, bitch” he said and lifted her shirt-tails out of her skirt. Amelie did as told. She was too stunned to say anything anyway. She made an attempt to catch his eyes, but that was impossible. His eyes were on her tits now. Maybe she could push him away, if she stood on her. “I don’t want to be alone tonight.” He smiled and nodded his head, he lay on the bed where his Father had once laid, he held his arms out and she snuggled up to him as she closed her eyes allowing her the peace of sleep, he pulled the sheet over them and rested his head on hers, he closed his eyes allowing himself to sleep.Several times during the night Sue would wake up screaming as the memories once again invaded her dreams, each time Charles held her to him, calming her each time with a kiss.