She quips, “Your little brother. My pain in the ass.”“Donal is running fashionably late,” Patsy says. “He’ll be here, though. Donal never ...isses a good party.”Denise cocks a brow. “No, he never does,” she muses to herself. She, however, has missed far too many. Time to catch up.She snatches the little plastic shot glass Patsy is toting and downs whatever is in it with one gulp. She purses her lips and turns her head aside as she winces, the noxious concoction burning her throat. It’s. And hated what I did even while I hated her for yielding and then hated myself again for making her yield.Yet I moved in on her. And soon I had her bikini top unsnapped and thrust upward, and I was nibbling at her titties. At first she fought me off, or tried to fight me off; but then the weakness that is part of a woman came to the fore. And her last pleas that I not touch her became blended with her first sighs and moans. And soon she was caressing my hair as a mother might stroke her baby's. Once they left my gaze was drawn immediately back to the singer who had finished unzipping the wrap and was sliding her way out of it with all of sensuality of a five thousand dollar a night stripper.The audience gasped and cheered and clapped when they saw what she was wearing underneath. Me, I was just sitting there in stunned silence. She was wearing a tight-fitting white jump suit that was unzipped to the waist and completely exposed a pair of perfect breasts."I'd tell you what the song. I told her not to worry because I have a solution for this. I gave her the bed sheet which I am using it on my bed and told her to go to my room, remove her saree and petticoat and wrap this bed sheet around her body. I asked her to give her wet saree and petticoat to me so that I can iron that wet clothes (saree and petticoat).She first told it’s OK Then I convinced her by saying come on, don’t feel shy not only you, even I have the private parts in the body. Then at last she agreed for my.