” I just stood there. She dropped her finger from mymouth to my chest, letting it caress across my nipple.For some reason, I didn’t move. ...he now dropped herhand further, around to my hip, then behind me. She puther other hand behind me and now her breasts weretouching mine, her mouth inches from my own. “I’m goingto kiss you,” she said,. As she spoke, her lips movedagainst my own. And then she kissed me. Softly, gently,barely touching. Then she touched my lips. .ahhhha…..ahhh…”.Madhvi ekdum sharma jati hai aur sonu ke muh pe haath rakhkar chup karati hai aur bolti hai “Chup kar tere baba sun lenge” aur uske boobs ko chimti kaat ti hai.Sonu madhvi ke boobs ko blouse mein se hi dabati hai aur bolti hai,”Wahh aii,kya chuchhe hai tere,ekdum kadak aur firm aur bilkul shape mein ball ki tarah”,madhvi hasti hai aur bolti hai ki “Yeh sab tere baba aur doodhwaale ka kamaal hai”.Sonu puchti hai Doodhwala???Madhvi batati hai kese doodhwala uski chuchhi ko rojj. After about ten minutes into the service while the choir was getting loud, I stepped outside, and walked over to the car. Before I could put my keys in the ignition, I looked out the corner of my eye, and saw someone behind the pastor's house.I needed something to liven up my day. I closed the door, and locked the car behind me as I walked over to see what was going on. I know that I wasn't seeing things, and I headed over there, and followed the footprints I saw on the floor. Whoever it was, I. The girls had leftfor the evening. The mood was somber. We started to talk about my wifeand daughter, our collective memories of trips to the beach, an artgallery visit to London, a family holiday in Cornwall.I noticed that Rosie was crying, something I had never seen before.However dark her mood, she had always reached for anger, not sorrow. "Iloved her, you know. Really loved her. Her argument with her mother wasabout me. I killed them. It was my fault."I was struck dumb. It all made sense..