"It did, but that was in our bedroom," she said, panting."And this is in our kitchen," Mr. White said grunting.There was quiet then, except for grunti...g and panting. I slipped slowly forward until I could peak into the kitchen. There, sprawled facedown on the counter, was Mrs. White. I could see her torso, but I didn't move forward enough to see her husband fucking her, and more importantly, for him to see me.Mrs. White's head was turned towards the door, and when she saw me her eyes got wide.. “I’m sorry,” Kara said, stepping into my arms.I hugged her tight, “There’s nothing to be sorry for. I love you, Kara. Don’t worry about it.”“But I wanted to do it for you,” she said, sniffling.“Kara Anne Blanchard, it’s not about doing it for me, it’s about doing it for you! Would you go to Tracey’s party for me, just because I wanted to?”“No, I wouldn’t want to, though if you insisted, you know I would. But you would never ask me to do that because of how much you love me and how you think a. Wo boli acha ji. Mtlb hum b na phene. Maine bola aab gf ka role nibha rahi ho to puro traha nibhao na. Wo boli puri traha? Maine kaha han puri traha. Wo boli bht pitoge. Maine kaha pit lo is bahane chuogi to.Bhabi hasne lagi.Abhi tak hum dono me koi touch nhi hua tha.Bhabhi boli ek meri pasand ki b bra panty hai. Kaho to wo b phen k dikahu. Maine kaha han wo b dikhao.Bhabhi room me gai or thodi der bad bahar aai. Aab bhabhi phle se b jyada jalim lag rahi thi. Jb bhabhi gai thi to maine apna. One more year passed and Riya came to the final year of her B.Tech. This is the present time.One hot afternoon, Riya came to my flat in a hurry and she was sweating like hell. She came walking and running all the way from her exam hall. She hugged me and started crying.I was in total confusion and I made her sit beside me on the sofa. I gave her a glass of water and asked her to calm down. I held my hand on her shoulder and asked her, “What happened? What are you doing here in your final exam.