Mousi ne bra bhi khol diya tha unke boobs halke halke dikh rahe the. Mai unhe dekne me bhool gaya ki mara lund bahar hai.mousi mara lund bade dhan se ...ekh rahi thi. Jab mai jaaga to jaldi se apni zip band kare laga is hadbadahat me mer khada lund zip me phass gaya dard ke karan mera lund normal ho gaya.mousi ko muka mil gaya unhone mera lund mere zip se nikala aur hath me lekar dekhne lagi zip me phasne ke kaarn lund lal ho gaya tha mousi ne mera lund phat se apne muh me le liya aur chusne. He was so close. ‘Holly.’ I bit my lip nervously. He was too close. I tried to get away from him, taking a step at my side. He seemed to have a different idea, because he stopped me, taking hold of my wrists and pushing them firmly against the cold wall. I gasped and tried to move my hands. His grip was strong and didn’t allow me any movement. I was breathing rapidly, my chest rising noticeably fast. I could do nothing but stare at him. ‘Holly,’ he repeated, ‘I’m sorry.’ I was a little taken. I pointed that out the following afternoon. He said not to worry, he'd deleted the messages from his sent file.Silly me. I assumed he meant the email account's sent file - not just the one on his phone. I should have known better.As I suspected, his wife had wormed her way into his email online, and is checking it regularly. Of course she sees those messages to me. Of course all hell breaks loose, yet again. I hadn't seen the messages until much later, and so I hadn't responded to them, but. “Hey,” I replied, setting the grocery bag on the counter. Betty disappeared back out to the SUV as I hung back to talk with Bob. Bob took note of my prolonged stare as Betty disappeared through the washer-dryer room and into the garage. “You should go for it,” Bob remarked. “I don’t know,” I replied. I stepped into the garage and as I passed Betty, our eyes locked on to each other for a brief moment. I offered to take the groceries from her hands. “I’ve got it,” Betty replied, stepping past.