I rested my hand on the growing bulge in my jeans as Tiffany looked at me, then started to slide down her leggings, now showing she had on my favourit... knickers - nothing fancy, just very tight black nylons. She stood still before me for a moment grinning, the mirror behind her letting me enjoy the sight of her arse and the tight panties struggling to cup her buttocks. She took the first dress off the hook and slid it on, first up over her legs and then over her chest before turning her back to. Work busy. Sorry," it read. This was the third time in two weeks that Chris had stood her up at the last minute. Their relationship had fallen from its heady heights of all-night pillow talk and romantic weekends full of great sex to its current low of infrequent exchanges of terse 30 second phone calls between work meetings and a sex life that was more equivalent to that of a hermit than that of a successful and sexy young woman. If truth be told, both Chris and Sarah were more transfixed by. It worked! We pushed the wagon very slowly and steered by twisting the pole clockwise or counterclockwise, depending on whether we wanted to go left or right. There was no deadline, so we took 4 hours to push the wagon the 73 feet needed to reach the target.We pushed the wagon loaded with thermite hard against the target and Julia pulled the string to trigger the fuse. Nothing happened! Damn! What the shit had gone wrong? The thought of pulling the wagon back and setting another fuse was. I narrated the entire story to Siddharth and asked for his opinion of what should I do? He clearly said to me, “When you get a chance, go for it” and that really helped me make up my mind. He also told me to meet Amit only in a hotel.Next morning when I woke up, I had a different thrill in my body. My pussy was so wet when I woke up. I hadn’t called Amit yet. I waited for my husband to leave for his office and my son to leave for his school. I gave my maid a day off as well.It was 9 am when I.