I grabbed her hand and took her inside the bed room. I locked the door. Ruma tried to tell me something but i didn’t give her a chance. I kissed her...hardly on her lips. With my two hands i was opening the chain of her kameez. I pulled it off. She was wearing a white bra. I opened her salwar also and saw her white panty. I took of my clothes, ruma ran near to the door and said, ”joy, isn’t it wrong, because i am married and mother of a son?” I knew it was wrong but i deeply wanted to fuck that. ”“Go out?”“We’re celebrating. I’ll be back in an hour.”“No. I’ll pick you up. Today’s my day, remember?”With a bright laugh, she headed inside to fetch her handbag, saying, “Give me two hours.”True to my word, I waited two hours later at her condo. She emerged. In cream slacks and a teal silk blouse, her wavy mahogany hair falling naturally on one side, she looked damned elegant. Her heeled, open-toed shoes made her appear ever more svelte.“Where are you taking me?” she asked, slipping into the. After dinner Lucy and her mother cleared away the table for although they had daily help with the cleaning, it was a sign of the family's relative impoverishment that they had no full time staff and the cooking was done by Joyce, though one of the daily helpers had served the meal. This left me alone with Lucy's father. I took the opportunity to ask if I could have a word with him in private while the women were busy taking care of the chores. He looked surprised at this request but agreed and. Female, all pretty, and kind of sexy, and kind of innocent, and ... and had eyes only for him. He smiled when he saw me, and I decided not to do too much thinking, not like I usually do, in the next little while, but to just enjoy being with him.Our hands brushed, and then sort of slipped together as we walked in. I could feel a few murmurs of speculation. Last Friday we hadn't been seen near each other, and now here we were, holding hands. What had happened? How did we meet? What happened when.