‘We’ve been driving for two hours. In that time we had to have passed up twenty places we could have stopped.’ He stretched his hand across the ...onsole to take mine. I jerked it away. ‘Don’t touch me,’ I snarled. ‘I am so pissed off at you.’ Shug chuckled. ‘What are you pissed off about, Caroline?’ ‘I wanted to stop. You didn’t stop,’ I growled. ‘You ignored me and my feelings.’ ‘No, I didn’t,’ he said, his hand firmly resting on mine. ‘I extended the anticipation.’ ‘Not so, buster,’ I said.. I had guided him to me and then felt it slide through my fingers.And I had orgasmed, hard.I know I was drunk but what is scary is that right now, right this very minute, if I was lying on my bed and he came to the bed, I don’t know what I’d do.Does this make me worse than a desperate one-legged ugly prostitute with herpes? Heh, I’ve already got the prostitute part down pat. Okay, I admit it.I like the sex.I didn’t at first, it was creepy. Yeah I know I almost had an orgasm like every single. .." I asked where madam?She looked down at floor in shyness and in a very low voice she whispered "It is in my blouse" I stood stunned for a second there. I got a instant hard on by hearing it.For a moment there was a complete silence in the room, and madam couldn’t look at menthe I broke the silence and said “so what..?” Madam looked up at my eyes in astonishment and said that “you don’t understand, I have a very wet and costly Mehendi at both my hands and the sari is a very costly saffron. Normally I would have scolded him for his language, but since I happened to completely agree with him at that moment I figured I'd let it go. "Well, he obviously didn't deserve you anyway," he added as I felt his hands run up and down my back like a parent would sooth a c***d. After a few minutes of silently enjoying being held for a change, I reluctantly broke our embrace and pushed myself away from my son's arms. The last thing I wanted was pity, so I smiled as strongly as I could and said,.