Then to my surprise, she wrote a message that she is coming to Mumbai.I did not bother to ask why she is coming. I lived in Pune so I hoped that I wil... reach Mumbai and will fuck her to my delight. I asked her for the date and place where she will be staying. She messaged me all the details. At home, I told my parents that we are going on an education tour of 2 days.I sat on the train and rushed to meet the beauty. Somehow I reached her hotel at about 8 pm. Then we met and hugged each other.. It wasn’t nearly as good as real sex but it was a lot better than doing nothing. The problem of Claire’s workload was harder to solve but a temporary solution came unexpectedly about six weeks later. We were both at home one evening when the phone rang. “It’s your Mum.” I said, handing the receiver to Claire, who went into the kitchen to take the call. When she returned, she had a puzzled look on her face. I raised an eyebrow in question. “You remember my Mum’s best friend Caroline?” she. When we broke apart, in the dim light of the city night, her eyes fixed on my face with an almost predatory intensity."Do you think you might be able to find a cup of coffee for a sleepy girl?" she asked, breathily.I took her hand, and we almost ran to the elevator lobby. My apartment was near the top, and neither of us could keep our hands off the other as we rode the elevator up eleven floors. I'm glad we were going up - it was that much less likely others would be stopping the elevator to. ‘Now don’t be greedy,’ Misty laughed. ‘Lift up and kiss me.’ Two minutes later, Misty put on her bra and top and started dinner while Andy was told to put the bassinet against the wall by the bed in the main bedroom and to be gentle because he’d be carrying precious Jennifer. Andy performed that task fearlessly and arrived back in the kitchen to find a wine had been poured for him. ‘Where’s yours?’ ‘I haven’t drunk alcohol since I conceived Jennifer and won’t start again until I no longer feed.