As for the vindictive low scores, because of my views, there are enough readers who encourage me to keep posting in spite of you. The scores don't mea... anything really, other than what one person thought at the moment. What does mean something, is that enough of you thought what I did was good, and the 32nd re-write of "Wilderness Ordeal" a totally different story than either the original or the replacement, by the way, has been accepted for publication and will be in stores in the next few. As he kissed her, Nikhil slipped his hand underneath Anjali’s t-shirt and began fondling her left breast. She squealed as his hand passed over her violently erect nipple but their lips met again and she was quickly silenced. Then Nikhil began to ease Anjali’s t-shirt up and soon had it over her head. Anjali’s tits looked amazing. It appeared as if two honeydews lay on her golden bronze, athletically sculpted body. I cannot describe how stunning Anjali looked gleaming in the pockets of light. ”“Go ahead,” Greg said.He watched his wife walk to the door. The dress showed off her body quite well. He wondered when he had stopped noticing her. Somehow, over the years, she had become a shape to which he had talked and a voice that he did his best to ignore. It was like he was seeing her for the first time. He liked what he was seeing.“Earth to Dad,” Harry said.“What?”“You were like totally into Mom. Are you feeling okay?”Cathy was stunned by the expression on her father’s face. That look. She came over to the bed where I was still dressed and leaned over to French kiss me passionately. She brought my hand to her left breast and pressed against it. I swear I could feel her little heart beating away. We were still for a while, enjoying the contact and eroticism of the moment. Smiling, she turned around. I watched, amazed, as she began to pinch her nipples beneath the gown until they were firm and tense. She turned around and bent forward, slowly removing her panties exposing her.