This was the boldest thing he had done till now. It was a long way from a harmless hug with which they had started the dance practice only yesterday.N...w he was tweaking her nipples and feeling her bare breasts with the back of his palm on the pretext of feeling the fabric. Rekha had to take a split second decision whether she should allow them to proceed or say no. If she did not object, then they would know that they could try more. Rekha kept silent and kept looking at them intently. Alka and. As he checked the time on his phone he smiled, he’d be just in time for his date with Sarah. He glanced towards his bag and debated bringing it with him, it had many of his work files in as well as his laptop, but it would be a pain to drag it around all evening. Anyway, he had his keys and wallet in the pockets of his coat, if at any point over the weekend he needed his laptop it wasn’t exactly a long walk to pick it up.After deciding to leave it he stepped outside he wrapped his coat around. The height difference between us all was only within 3cm (1”) though, making it very hard to tell the difference between Ingrid and myself from behind to the untrained eye. We both had long, naturally beautiful wavy blonde hair down to our mid-backs, mine both curlier and richer in colour than Ingrid’s. We were both very ample chested, sporting disproportionately large breasts: mine sized at 32G and hers at 34H. Ingrid was built more like the women on my mom’s side of the family,. She wasn't there.Sir Patrick and Gerry peered at the muddle. Furniture was upturned, drawers had been ransacked, papers were strewn everywhere."It looks like there's been some sort of fight," Gerry said."A perceptive remark, Mr Daniels. I can only assume that you gained your degree at the University of the Bleeding Obvious." Sir Patrick scowled over his gold half rimmed spectacles as he contemplated the scene.On one side of the room an upturned chair lay on the floor. Strips of tape wrapped.