When I was almost to my car, I heard someone calling out behind me, it was him. I stopped to let him catch up, butterflies rushed around from my stoma...h to my crotch. My panties, already moist from my earlier thrills at getting my pictures taken, were sudenly soaked with anticipation of what might happen.He walked directly up to me, grabs me and kisses me firmly, his tongue assaulting mine! It took me a couple of seconds to react because it kind of stunned me. At the time, I didn't care who was. Disgusted... And sickened to the pit of her stomach..Then she tried mentally "blocking" out the dirty touch of the fat finger rubbing against her womanhood, that made her feel so soiled. As calloused fingers massaged an inexperienced, denim clothed cunt, at the same time a fat, bumpy tongue borrowed its way into her ear... Again the poor girl squealed in protest. A feeling akin to nausea, sent cold shivers down her spine, bringing along with it, an electric numbing sensation that encompassed. I said I notice. She reaches over and lightly strokes my penis. Then she pushes into me and gives me a kiss. A short very quick one on the lips. My arm goes over to her shoulder and over it. We come very close together and she says I can have her anyway that I want and more. Then we kiss. Our mouths opening at the same time. Her tongue finding mine. Sucking it into her mouth. Her hand is on my chest massaging it and my nipples. Our tongues are dancing all over in one another mouths. She. But the thought that she was married stopped her from taking a step forward. Shikha then came back to her senses and said –Shikha – I am glad that you feel this way about me but I can’t do this. I am happily married and I can’t spoil my relation with my hubby.Aarif looked deep into Shikha’s pleading eyes and understood her. He moved a step backward.Aarif – It’s all right, it was my mistake. I just got carried away.Shikha smiled back at him and Aarif came out of the locker room and saw Preeti.