‘(I’ve Had) The Time of My Life,’ words and music by Frank Previte, John DeNicola, and Donald Markowitz.(Standing close, facing Abby, Brad began...to sing with light music.)Now I’ve had the time of my life No, I never felt like this before (The back of his left fingers lightly smooth over her soft cheek. Abby’s eyes half close to his sensual touch.) Yes I swear it’s the truth and I owe it all to you (He points to her.)(Abby looks at him and smiles) ‘Cause I’ve had the time of my life and I owe it. He most certainly was in her fantasies.She peeked through the curtains on her way to the nook and confirmed that Lysle was in the window. Her newly purchased white bra and panty set were so sheer and lacy that she was practically wearing nothing at all. The dark shadow of the curls between her legs was plainly visible, as were her areolas and stiff nipples. Unlike every other morning, she carried nothing to eat with her into the breakfast nook.After a couple of deep breaths to calm the. We got chatting.“I am upset with you?”“Why” I asked“Where’s my hot juicy hard thick mutton seekh kebab?”I laughed and walked up to her opening my trousers.“eeesh all you men have a single track mind”I laughed loudly and said I had packed the same . She squealed in delight and quickly unpacked the food and heated the kebabs in the microwave. She brought the same to the centre table and voraciously ate one.“Tasty?” I asked“Yes”“As tasty what you had earlier”“sheesh, that’s different, that’s for. I wasn't entirely sure I could handle it but I was worried about her. She looked at me and smiled again slightly.She seemed to make a decision and started to speak but the words came out slow and haltingly. She and her husband had been trying to get pregnant for months now with no success. She was 38 and her husband 43 and were both feeling their biological clocks ticking. They had been to a fertility clinic where they found her husband to have a low sperm count. Apparently, there wasn't.