How could I trust her? And yet, I alreadyfelt like I'd known her forever. For the first time in my life I had anidea of what it must really mean to ha...e a best friend. I let go of theshirt and lifted my arms."That's my little girl," Cori chirped as she pulled my shirt over myhead. My stomach clenched when I heard the word 'girl', but I was aboutto wear a dress, so I decided not to comment on it and instead startedtaking off my undershirt."No no, Baby. Leave the cami on." What's a cami?" It's. "Ned, please, come here."Ned paused. "Um..."Cassie wrapped her arms around herself and moaned. "P-please, Ned. I-I'm still ... I..." Her cheeks glowed a furious pink-red, and she said in a very small voice, "I need more."Ned was sure he had not heard her correctly. His body refused to wait for his mind to catch up. It already carried him down to the sofa, whereupon Cassie grasped his arms and pulled him down atop her. "Oh wow, you only just ... you can't still be..."Cassie was not listening.. They walked across to the helicopter pad and soon Emma, the Professor and three assistants were being whisked across the grey Atlantic swell to the remote island laboratory which was to be Home Sweet Home for thirty six interesting, if sometimes painful months.Emma disembarked from the helicopter and looked around at the windswept island. As a place to spend a goodly part of her life, it had its drawbacks, being remote, cold and generally uninviting. She saw a few old huts by the shore and. After sometime, Raghu asked my wife to dance with him and she willingly accepted her proposal. So, Raghu took her into his arms and started dancing with her very slowly. They were very close to each other, almost hugging each other. His black rough arms curling around my wife’s beautiful white, slender and naked waist and back. Her boobs were clinged to Raghu’s chest. Due to the pressure exerted by Raghu’s chest, Reema’s boobs got up and were almost half naked.Raghu was constantly peeking into.