He dropped his hand and grasped the hem of my skirt, tugging it until it bunched in my lap. His agile fingers bypassed my stockings and went straight ...or my pussy, like its heat called to them. I spread my legs as far as the steering column would allow, and I thought I heard him murmur in appreciation when he discovered my soaked panties. They provided no barrier to his delicious assault, for he wove his fingers beneath them, pulling them into the crack of my ass as his wrist stretched the. Meri bua ki ladki Sunita (changed name) mere ghar aayee hui thi and usne mujhse kaha ki use park ghoomna hai. Ghat waalon ne mujhe kaha ki Sunita ko shaam ko le jao aur park ghuma do. Maine ghar me kah diya ki humlog dinner bhi bahar se kar lenge. Shaam 7 baje main apni bike par Sunita ko lekar park gaya. Us wakt wo skirt aur jeans pahni hui thi. Jab bhi main bike ki break maarta to woh mujhse sat jaati aur mujhe sihran ho jaati. Park me hum log 8.30 baje tak rahe aur phir humlog ek ac. She was so immersed in this game that she jumped with a start when she realised she had missed her stop. Her quick reactions and look of anger in her face told the story. As she stood by the driver at the front of the bus she didn't need to look around to know her mystery man was right behind her. She could feel the palm of his hand gently, oh! so gently pressing against her buttock.As she stepped off and turned to walk her mind was racing. If I walk fast will he just go away? Shall I walk. What she and Robert had must remain a secret. All would be lost if anyone besides her children found out.The kids exploded into action, running around, cleaning the already-clean house, like they had before the last disaster that had been a visit for dinner by Robert Nettleton. This time they would know who he was, and what that meant to their mother. This time it would go much better.Robert showed up at the front door precisely on time, and he had both a bottle of wine and a bouquet of roses.