I forgive you. You've never done anything like this before, have you? How are you supposed to know that you take it in one hand, then wipe it clean wi...h your other thumb.”She immediately reached her hand out and took hold of it, then used her other thumb to wipe the drop away. She held it out and looked up at her brother, holding her thumb up like a hitch-hiker. He had his other hand on hers, holding her fist on him. “What do I do with this?” she asked, holding out the moistened thumb on her. There in the living room was Louise, Kevin, Louise’s father and the family lawyer along with three police officers, one of which was female.“Mr. Thorndyke, my name is Peter Feinstein. I am the lead attorney at Feinstein and Associates. I have been retained by Mr. Reynold’s here to serve as their legal counsel. I have here in my hand the medical records of Louise and it documents what you have done to her. Let me sum it up. She has a slight concussion, multiple bruises, a black eye, and a badly. About one week later, I arrived in Pune, while I was coming back from work the Anita asked me if I could help her arrange some furniture and other stuff she bought online.I agreed and started helping her. While I was trying to put a glass pot on the top of her living room shelf, my shirt accidentally got raised and she saw the panties I was wearing. I got embarrassed and completed the arrangement very quickly and went to my apartment without looking at her face. After sometimes I heard a knock. In the moment it was irressistable. The tension hung in the air as we fucked, her each little expression so intimate to me now. She was exquisite.Our lips just touched. Not a kiss. Just an accident. Then again.On a subsequent invasion her lips parted in a gasp and I rode in on her inhalation and waited for her to reciprocate. It was a kiss.The first few were pecks and that became more of a lip mashing smooch and before we knew it, my tongue was in her mouth. She was a sloppy kisser, juvenile.