There was nothing left but bleakness and waiting. A pall had descended over his world and painted it black, that which was left cast in shadows. Faces...swam and out of existence, talking to him in conversations he didn’t really remember. Roger, and surprisingly, his wife. Mary Reed. His boss, a few friends from work. Greg and Amy. Andrea. His… fiancées… friends and co-workers, people he’d met maybe once and barely knew. What were they doing here? Every pair of eyes seemed to bore into him, full. Aur ab muje b apne pati k dost k samne is tarh krte hue alag si feeling aane lgi aur mei grm hone lgi hm batein krte hue thoda frank hue aur meine poocha wife ko lejr nhi aaye toh wo bola nhi wo apne ghr gyi hui h.Aur mjak mei bola aajkl toh boring nights ho rhi h aur mene b muskra diya is baat pe. Ab tk hum 2 pegs pi chuke they kyuki high society ki parties mei yeh sb toh hota hi rehta tha. Uske baad hmne dinner kiya but wo meri trf dekhta rha aur mei b usko line de rhi thi us din ghr jakr. " Lot of brass," I said. "Must be a lot of upkeep." Oh yeah," he laughed. "Lucky for me Noel loves to polish brass. She keeps it gleaming."I was working up my courage to ask him some questions about Noel, when I saw his eyes turn cold and his jaw firm up. I looked up and saw that she had come back on deck wearing a pink bikini top that barely contained her soft tan breasts. She leaned over the side, showing so much cleavage that I could see right between her breasts to her flat stomach, and. I was only in towel. She looked at my body and gave me a smile. I went to the mirror and started to comb my hairs. In the reflection I saw her on the bed. She did something incredibly while applying cream she bend her legs and that make her legs open and gave me view of her spread legs. Oh my god, I can see her panty from there. She spread her legs in a way that her pussy was absolutely visible from where I was looking.She was wearing a V-shape red panty and I kept looking at her pussy after.