My breasts threaten to spill over the top. I was thinking a man might like this as I dressed tonight. His grin has changed into a leer. ‘Wow, do you... panties match?’ He asks while his hands explore the fabric embracing and now exposing my breasts. ‘Wouldn’t you like to know,’ I smile. He stands and pulls me to my feet. Van is singing about his wild nights. Mark is sliding his hands up the outside of my thighs and under my skirt. He drops to his knees and disappears under the folds. ‘Wow’ he. They were still sleeping.Finally aunty opened the door after some ringing. I said,” good morning aunty and happy republic day”. She said,” happy republic day. Come in. Itni subah”. I said,” wo mom ne kuch sweets bheji hai”. She asked,” tumhari aur nikki ki sulah ho gayi”. I wasn’t shocked that much coz aunty knows everything about us and Nikki tells her everything. I said,” haan. We talked last nite”. She asked me while preparing tea in the kitchen,” main yeh toh nahi puchungi ki tum logo main. There was something about Henry's dreamy expression that sent little jolts of electricity racing down my spine -- and maybe a twinge of jealousy that it wasn't me on the other end of the phone line. I felt my nipples stiffen -- and the memories of last summer in the dairy barn became even more vivid than usual. Did I mention that cowboys can be very good with their fingers? When it came to finger work, Skip had the Goldilocks touch -- not too hard, but not too soft, not too fast, but not too. The glow on herpretty face as she stepped out of the fitting room in that red satindress. It fit perfectly except for needing help in the chest. Ifyou've ever seen the look on your child's face on Christmas morninggetting that special toy they've always wanted then you know thatlook. A look of contentment and utter love, I could not help butsmile at her as she twirled around happy as can be. "I love it dad, what do you think?" Sandra said with greatanticipation."I think it suits you well.