“We both have to eat,” I offered. “Why don’t we pick up some groceries and put something together at my place? It’s not far.” The next ho...r was incredibly fun, and stimulating. Shopping, cooking, dining. We adjourned from my kitchenette to a sitting area in the living room. “Don’t you think it’s time you at least loosen your tie,” I said before I sat down. As his hand moved to his neck, my hands moved to his belt buckle. The stirring I’d noticed earlier compounded. “Barbara,” he gasped, and. Now I was not able to take my eyes off his chiseled body. And also Ashima’s husband and his friends were there. Neeti was wearing a short transparent dress that ended just below her bums.She was sitting in between Hardik and another guy. She was flirting with both the guys and even kissing their cheeks at times. She would even touch Hardik’s thighs once or twice. She gave him a peck on his lips. We all were drinking at the bar near the pool and also dinner was served.All the couples by this. I had to get out of bed, undress and have a bath, he would dry me and dress me in the outfit I was going to wear. Undies would be little knickers maybe a vest then some socks, the rest could be school wear, dresses, skirts or swimming costumes. We would then sit and talk and act like father and daughter. I would sit on his knee, he would read me a story, or dress me in different outfits. We would spend about 2 hours together then I would change and leave. .Then one day we began a new phase to. ‘Sixteen months and more surgeries than I care to remember caused that band of marks.’ His leg came across mine, his chest across mine, and finally his lips brushed across mine. I felt him against me, pressing into me, making sure I was aware he was there and ready. My hand trailed down his side and I slide my hand around him. He was hard, his skin taut over the swollen muscle. His breath caught and a low moan was music to my ears as I stroked and kneaded him. My thumb felt the first drop of.