Her thoughts weren’t that far from mine, obviously, because she pulled her finger free and held it up for me to see in all its honey-coated, glisten...ng glory. “Kneel,” she whispered, barely audible and yet so full of determination, “and you can taste me.” I felt like a charmed snake when she held out her finger at my waist height, and there was no resisting the compulsion to follow her orders unquestioningly. I sunk to my knees and leaned forward, my eyes riveted to the shiny digit that carried. Itne main mere ghar ka darwaja khula maine dekha ki didi mere aur hee aa rahee thee aur usne mujhe kass kar pakad liya bolee itni barsaat ho rahi hain tu baramade main hee akar baith jata. Maine kahan nahi didi ab mera thikana mera gaon hain jahan meri maan hain jo mujhe galti karne par smajha deti yuun ghar se na nikalati aur bhuka to katai rehne na deti. Yeh sun kar meri didi mujh se chipak gayee aur rone lagi. Mujh se bolee arre pagale main koi teri dushman thodi hee hoon mujhe bura laga to. Nick and Terry had chosen a bikini that displayed her body perfectly.The party broke up around nine, most had to work the next day.Nick was driving the van when they left.Nick asked Mavis if she was going home. Mavis said she was spending the night with Terry and he would drop her off at her apartment on his way to work in the morning.When Nick parked in the garage to his and Terry's apartment Nick took Nan's hand to stop her from getting out. When Terry and Mavis were going up the stairs Nick. It was quite complex and I found I couldn’t concentrate on it at the office or at home. So I set up a temporary office in Doreen’s spare bedroom. There was much less distraction and the report writing went well. Doreen would bring me regular cups of tea and we’d chat a bit. One morning, she brought me some tea and, as she stood by me chatting, I put my hand on the back of her knee and started to slide it very slowly up the back of her thigh. She didn’t object at all, even when my hand was far.