She lay on the couch, pretending to sleep as her guests cleaned up and left, trying not to rouse her. "What do I tell her?" She heard Andy say."Leave ...t to me." Mandy said. "I'll let her down gently. We'll have to keep this quiet though! I don't want people thinking I'm a slag!" No, just a cheap, boyfriend stealing tart!" Sarah thought.They closed the door quietly and made their way down the street, laughing, leaving Sarah on her own, she started to cry.Michael sat at the top of the stairs, his. She shouts to that girl have you clean the stuff and how many times I told you to be careful while handling glass ware,and have a look at me and ask me how are you suraj? Its been so long you come back to home town?How is your education? And so on..But I am waiting eagerly to the girl who has such a beautiful ass.And asked indirectly what happened pointing at that girl.She said look at your sister what she has done.I asked questioningly sister…?Then I come to know she is none other than supraj. Your nipples, enlarged point directly at me… then you turn and I see that the back of thegown stops a half-inch above your ass as you walk towards the bedroom… I follow in hot pursuit… when Ireach the bedroom my pants and my shirt is completely unbuttoned… no sock, no shoes. Your sitting onthe bench at the foot of the bed… legs wide open… gown hiked above your waist… you pat you pussy andmotions for me to come closer… I do. You inch closer to the edge of the bench… moving to undo my pantsand I. Not even the hazy visions of her first years with Michael come close. This man - this black haired boy with twinkling blue eyes makes her feel twelve years younger; he makes her laugh, blush and twitter like a twelve year old. He makes her want to pout her mouth and tease him for a kiss. He makes her check the hemline of her skirt ten times a minute to make sure it's not up to her waist.But Michael! Oh! Michael! Michael! Michael! Michael and the kids, Michael and his tireless work, Michael and.