After a half hour,the only car that had slowed down was an old beaten up astra whose driver had shouted out "How much ,love ? ",and drove off laughing...Another half hour passed and I was considering ringing Eddy up to rescue me.He would lecture me all the way home,and for days after.Then,a plumbers van pulled up.He was a typical self employed tradesman. I looked at the writing on his van, "The Water Man". How original. He was about the same height as Eddy, 5,9 or 5,10. But a bit heavier.And more. I found his name and instantly he accepted my friend request. A new chat window popped up on my phone."Hi" was all it contained."Hi." Would you like me to call you?" he replied."I'm not sure yet, I'm still hesitant on doing this," I answered."We don't have to, I want to do whatever you're comfortable with. We can just keep chatting, if you'd prefer." Well, you can call me, but there's no guarantee I'll say anything." I'm okay with that." Instantly, my phone began to ring. I tapped to accept,. Kelly either didn't notice or didn't care that I tried to release her bra. She continued to hungrily seek my lips and moan erotically.The bra was frustratingly difficult to get off! I didn't expect such an occurrence. How do girls get the damn things on?One hook came undone. At last! The other two hooks released and the straps pulled away. My hands roamed over her bare back.I pulled her toward me to feel those freed tits pressed against me.My hands wrapped up to her shoulders and I pulled her. Now Shanaya had many girlfriends (they are my colleague and their wives) in Mysore. They knew the age difference between us as only 9-10 years. But still now Shanaya remembered that great night of ours. Now she was 3 months pregnant with our baby. Shanaya was in the kitchen cleaning up from dinner over the running water and clanking dishes. At that time I (some days before she used to call me Uncle) turning pages in the book I was reading. It had been a nice night and then she had prepared a.