Her husband regularly asked her to ditch her knickers, but she rarely did. Besides getting her hair and make-up fixed up, she still needed to find sho...s to complete her outfit for the evening. Her line-up of daily shoes didn’t fit the bill at all. Feeling frustrated, she made her way from the closet back into the bedroom. While looking at her lingerie bin still sitting on the bed, she remembered her husband had bought her a few pairs of “fuck me” shoes earlier that year. “I couldn’t wear any of. I flick my tongue out to your lips, tasting and teasing. You ease your body between my legs and kiss me firmly, bringing your hands up to touch my breasts. You squeeze, hard, letting out a small moan you can't hold in. I smile to myself and move my face to kiss your neck, and start to pull off your shirt so that I can feel your skin against mine. I throw it away and go back to kissing you. I kiss your neck and nibble your ears, scratching your back as the kissing gets harder and more urgent. We. He appeared to harbor two at once, slightly out of phase with one another, and either one or the other would shimmer into view for too short a time for her to analyze it."Huh," Ned finally said."You found something?" Cassie asked in a hopeful voice.Ned turned to them. "Nah, not really. Jus' this funny little symbol."Debby stood as Cassie stepped up to him. "Where?"Ned pointed. "Right here, see? It's kinda tiny."Cassie squinted and leaned forward. "I don't ... oh, there it is. I remember seeing. However, I married Sudeshna [nee Mukherjee] little more than 6 years ago (mid-April 2009). Sudeshna was then at her twenty-three years. Ours was an arranged marriage. Our parents were bosom friends, and colleagues at Ahmedabad. Simply gorgeous, Sudeshna, my younger by 2 years, is a sharp-featured Bengali beauty with strange temptation written in her large eyes. She is brightly wheatish-fair in complexion, tall in height (5’6”), endowed with a shapely-curvaceous and mouthwatering body [36A / 30.