"I waited, but of course she didn't say anything."Okay ... I'm going to do it now," I warned.I think I had some kind of twisted way of thinking about ...ll this that said that if I told her I was going to, and she didn't complain, then it was okay to do it. I mean any idiot would see the problems with that way of thinking, under the circumstances, but I was really freaking out so maybe that's why I thought about things in a fucked up way.Then I dropped my pants ... only to find that my cock had. I told her thanks and asked her for dinner, she readily accept my invitation.At dinner we started chatting about our family. Her husband is in marketing so mostly out of indore. Her home is at just walking distance from mall. And their family is in khandwa. After dinner. I leave her to home and get back. On reaching home I wats app her some msgs than she reply to them slowly our msgs converted to sex chat. We know that we both are married but her face and her beauty and way of talking is. Olivia Eastman was perfect. I knew my friends could find the answer quicker than I ever could have."I love it when a plan comes together," I said to no one in particular. "Jesse, my friend, you are a genius." I clapped him on the shoulder as I stood and walked away from the table.Olivia Eastman was the school bad girl. She smoked, rode her motorcycle to school, and, as any gossipmonger could tell you, slept with anyone and everyone she had ever dated. Olivia was the first girl in our class to. She kisses me on the lips and hugs me like a vice. I just let her thank me and wait for her to speak.When she does, she says, “I can’t believe you are letting me design a WIG. I suppose I should tell you that I’ve decided. Yes, I will accept your scholarship and 10-year contract, even if it means I don’t get to stay until the end of the WIG project. You keep giving me new challenges, and I love it here...”She goes on for a while. She is too excited, and I don’t want to interrupt her. I do see.