”“No but she was when you spoke to her after choir practice last Tuesday and called him that. I gather she didn’t like that.”Gareth shrugged.�...�Nor did she like it when you followed her in your car.”“What?”“She and Terry Wilson have taken a restraining order out against you.”“What?”“Read that!”Owen thrust the restraining order at him. Gareth took it and started to read. He went white.“Furthermore, as a result of your little fracas today the police are investigating that.”“The Dean warned me.”“So,. That is the third time this week.” I use all of my tact and diplomacy to tell him she’s probably fucking someone else. “Don’t joke about it, Belle. I’m convinced she is.” Half an hour later we are in the far more comforting environment of the pub across the road from our office. We are sat in a comfortable corner booth, both nursing a rum and coke, putting the world to rights and generally letting off steam. The thing I like about James Is that he doesn’t take himself too seriously, despite. I quickened my action and moved my fingers further and deeper with each stroke, running the tips up and over her now engorged clit and then back down and between her pussy lips. “Mmmmmm” she moaned and relaxed even more, widening her stance a little as she began to weaken at the knees, this had the effect of tightening the fabric of her jeans and restricting my movement. I removed my left hand from her tit and slid it down to her arse hooking my thumb over the waistband of her jeans and tugged. Like when someone gives that feeling that we never thought to have from them, that’s a more exciting one.Swati: What type of feeling?Me: Come on, as if you don’t know.Swati: Say it.Me: You really wanna make me say it, don’t you?Swati: Yeah, so say it for me, brother. Lol.Me: Sexual feeling, dear sister. My dear, pervert sister.Suddenly a knock on my room door interrupts us. It was Swati’s mom, my aunt. She knocks twice and then says, “Amit! Are you awake?”Me: Yes, aunty, I am… I am saying my.