After her usual water, kiss, and hug, she pulled away a little slower. Her hand brushed over the front of my pants, and she could feel that I was gett...ng hard. Before I could say anything, she headed upstairs. That afternoon, I came home to tell her that she needed to stop. But she wasn’t home. My wife reminded me that she had a club celebration that night and wouldn’t be home until late. I tried to stay awake so that I could talk to her, but I fell asleep on the couch. On Thursday morning, I. She is a house wife from Bangalore aged about 36 but looks 30 and after reading my earlier post confessed to me over mail that she liked it a lot and bla bla bla so on when we became friends she asked me if I was ok to meet her for a coffee as I did not want to take chance (Most of the guys portrays as girls and have asked for my number and have also asked me for Fucking them which is absolutely No) I ensured that she is a True Lady and genuinely wanted to meet after all back ground check as. ”I smiled wryly, “My dispute with Jessica over risk-taking. She scored a point, if you will, because the driver died. And I wanted to defeat her point.”“Go on,” he prompted.“Because I don’t think dying while racing is an empty death,” I said, referring to something Guinan had said to Tasha Yar in the TNG episode Yesterday’s Enterprise; something which I knew Jessica would remember. “He died doing what he loved, what he’d dedicated his life to, as opposed to that family that died in a random. The result was a flurry of emotions crossing her face from embarrassment her cheeks flushing to Lust in her eyes to disappointment when you pulled away then quickly to realisation and anger her hair turning red."Don't call me Nymphadora!" She said gritting her teeth in anger even though her eyes still had a playful tint to them."Whatever you say Nymmie." you said smirking which caused her cheeks to flush red but not for the comment.Your smirk and smile was notorious throughout wizarding Britain.