She was famous for baring a lot of flesh when this was taboo in India. It had always turned me on. I had dreams of fuckling her someday but knew this ...asn’t probably going to happen.That afternoon, I was alone at Kalpana’s house. I was watching some of her song videos recorded on VHS. I was jerking off as I watched my cousin cavort on film in flimsy clothes. She had a bikini on. I was dreaming of her boobs in my mouth as I masturbated. Then, suddenly, Kalpana walked in, saw me with my hands. Karen moaned as she writhed and twisted under me. As I pounded into her she swept her arms along the bed looking for a handhold... something to cling to as her world spun out of control. But there was nothing to hold onto... except me. I would be her anchor, I would be what grounded her and kept her from spinning away from now on."Hold onto me, Karen. I won't let you go," I said. As she did–without a moment's hesitation she threw her arms around my neck and clung to me like she was drowning. I. I'm the best man in fact. I have to get myself dressed and little time left for that. So would you please make up your mind?" He was getting angry by that charade already. But her next words let those feelings evaporate immediately."I'm Veronica Mill, and also bound for the wedding." And with an even smaller voice she added, "I'm the bride. And I'm also undressed."George was at a loss of words now. He opened the door fully, momentarily not remembering his lack of clothes ... or hers. But he. Tony Monassario is a very bad person. We want him off the streets.”“Well, that makes two of us. How are you going to help me and my wife?”“Well for starters we can probably get the charges against you dropped.”That, I had to admit sounded like a good start. “What about Melissa?”“Just give us access to his financial records and then you and your wife take a vacation. You need to get her away from him before it’s too late you know.”“Yes, I know,” I said looking over at her for the first time. “If.