These past few months all we could do was jus flirt while Neelam was working and someone was always at home. She would do the sweeping and swabbing an... arrange her saree in such a way that I could see all of her soft breasts and nipples swinging in front of my face.Some days she would be washing the toilet and lift her saree and show me her hairy pussy when no one was around. One day when I was alone with her for 30 minutes she pulled me to her in the kitchen and opened her blouse for me to. “It’ll be my period.”“We’ll work something out,” I said brashly and she perked up again instantly.For two days we exchanged excited texts which I struggled to keep on the right side of explicit, while she peppered hers with smileys, full of hearts for eyes and lolling tongues.When Friday night came I thrust a glass of Sauvignon Blanc in her hand and we sat on the settee, putting our glasses aside and rolling around, all over each other. Within two minutes we were both naked and she was sucking. Dora had tea. Several people spoke to us and just before I was going to suggest leaving, the motherly type, who introduced herself to me as Missus Vanessa Morgan, invited us to have lunch with her and it was clearly going to be difficult to decline – so we didn’t.It was very traditional and very good – roast beef, Yorkshire pudding, roast potatoes, carrots, cabbage and gravy – cooked by her husband. He explained, after introducing himself with “Call me Will,” that he and his wife alternated. "I have to admit I was excited when I saw it was you. I would love to catch up for lunch. Can we go now? The only thing more boring than watching paint dry is listening to this guy talk about it. Lol." Hmm. You did seem a little excited at one point there. Better not, the boss will get cranky if I disappear too soon. I'll meet you at the door when you are all let out."Holy crap. Had I said too much? Had I been too flirty, too desperate? Shit, could she tell I had been squeezing my cock while.