Talking, antakshari, dancing everything was going on and after the dinner, everybody stepped out from the restaurant.The taxi stand was empty. Friends...had their own bikes and scooters, so they went. One of them suggested Kriti stay with me tonight. I and Kriti walked towards my place. Both of us were sweating as it was summer. We reached my flat.Me: Go and fresh up your self. You’re sweating heavily (handing her the keys).She: You go and fresh up first. I will do after you.Me: Okay.I came back. “No arrangements First, we haven’t had much chance to do anything in that line. But I can assure you, the two of us have given this matter a lot of thought,” replied the Prince, “an awful lot of thought.” The Princess contented herself with a shake of the head, denying any preconceived involvements.Adam Crossfield caught a movement out of the corner of his eye and turned towards it reflexively. Five very distinguished looking ladies, all of them slightly more conservatively dressed than was the. I moved slowly to her face. When our lips met, it was like fireworks in the sky. I mean the earth shook under our feet.As it turns out it was Mrs. Cunningham shaking us to remind us of the ‘no PDA’ rule. I almost laughed in her face. Slow dancing and she was worried about a kiss. We broke apart but Mary Ann never let go of my hand. I was glad of that. I liked holding her hand. We made our way back to the table and to Eddy. He was just grinning like the cat that ate the canary.“Five Minutes,. She smiled a knowing smile and ran a hand up her leg to her hip, across her stomach and over her breasts. This was more than anything his 17 year old mind could have imagined, and he gulped, the sound audible in the quiet classroom. He saw her unbutton her blouse, saw the beautiful satin bra emerge and watched as she touched her nipples, pinching them and squeezing them until they stood out through the material. He was so turned on and wondered if he was meant to be doing something. Did she.