”“We love all of you.”We woke the next morning at around 6:00 and quietly made love again.“Oh, Terry, that was wonderful. Thank you.” Blosso... kissed me. “Now we have a small issue to deal with.”“I was as quiet as I could be!”“Yes, you were very quiet. The issue is that we only have one bathroom and shower in the house. You have an hour drive to get to work this morning, so I suggest that we check to see if the bathroom is empty and then use it fast. If it is not empty, then we will need to put. The answer came back, “A Mister di Angelo is here to see you.”The only di Angelo I knew was my late husband Gianni, who I understood was killed in 1929 in Canada, murdered with his only brother by rival bootleggers. I asked Suzanne to send him up to my office. I got up out of my chair and met him at the doorway. I couldn’t believe it! It was my Gianni, raised as if from the dead.I pulled him into the office and, before I could stop him, he kissed me on the lips. It was like all the kisses I. I decided not to wear a bra so the straps wouldn't show so I only had to pick out a pair of panties. I looked thru my drawer looking for something that wouldn't show thru when Carl got involved selecting a pair of pastel lilac bikini with a little ruffle on it.We got to the party it was a bright sunny day as we walked in the back yard around the pool and to a covered porch where the TV and outdoor bar was. My husband started the introductions to his associates and their spouses, it seemed like. Maine use samjahaya tu is tarah kaam karega to hum Mumbai to kya uske aas pass bhi nahi pahuch sakte wo bola tu chinta bilkul mat kar Ngapur panhuchte uski puri daru khatam ho gai wo fir bahar jakar fir daru lekar aayaa kisi tarah aab hum subh2 hum log VT station pahuche taxi lekar colaba pahuche Bunty ne bataya wo pahle isi Hotal me ruka tha Bunty ne waha room book karwara main waha ka nazara dekh kar hairan raha gaya tha waha bahut si ladkiya thi jo kuch ladko ke sath room me ja rahai thi.