‘FUCKING BULLSHIT! Crazy ass bitch ratted me out to my boss at work AND I have a nasty voicemail from my FUCKING mother! Who the fuck does that!’S...rolling more, she found the photo and caption of her that had sparked Jess’ fury.She dialed Jess.“Jess, what the fuck did you guys do?!” Emma hissed into the phone as soon as Jess answered.“Well, did you ever see the Godfather? You mess with my neighbor, you mess with my whole family. I’m pretty sure it went something like that. I never actually saw. But, so far, Mohit had nothing wrong, neither did Chandni had any wrong intentions. Their healthy flirting continued though.One week passed soon. Mohit was about to leave. He was packing his stuff. That’s when Chandni realized she was sad. She didn’t want him to leave. She liked his friendship. She longed for his jokes and cute smile. So she asked him to stay a few more days. But Mohit had to go.So, finally, she asked him to stay for one more day and then leave. She asked Sameer to convince. Anne-Marie loved the feel of him. It was odd she thought, how he made her body tremble. He had the knack of making her feel so much like a woman and so wanted. He bent down, his arms holding her tight as in his enthusiasm. he literally lifted her off her feet. Her mouth was there for kissing, offered to him without reservation, accepting his kiss, and kissing him back with a passion that had no boundaries. She felt his hands touching her body under her arms, and she could feel his warmth. I asked my wife and she said that as there was nothing on the television we might as well, so my friend told me that he would be round as soon as he had eaten his dinner. As soon as he hung up I told her that I had an idea, so she asked me what I meant. I went into the bedroom and got out an old football jersey of mine, you know the type, the sort that is made of a kind of mesh. Walking back into the living room I had it rolled up in my hand, so she couldn’t tell what it was right away. I.