And, all three of them, now occupied in their chit-chats and boozing etc. They were enjoying their drinks and chats among themselves. Of course, Kishk...’s eyes appeared to stay glued to Sarda’s pectoral skin or complexion visibly poking up through her black-hued diaphanous blouse-material and pallu as though to lure Kishku to unveil and molest her femininity. . . Sarda felt the heat of ecstasy in her as Kishku was eating up her pair of arrogantly-firm breasts with his eyes. From Sarda’s mien,. ‘You’re perfect, don’t forget it.’ I whispered. ‘You’re a silly boy. I’m okay – I’ll live.’ ‘But, still. To me you’re perfect. Ignore anyone who would dare think otherwise. You’ve more beauty and brains than any of those trophy wives.’ The night before she had been fractious, tense in the cab on the way home from a dinner the agency had thrown for our biggest clients. The perfumed, plastic-surgeried wife of one of our biggest advertisers had casually mentioned that she should put her mind to. So I just put my hand back at the waist. But my naughtiness was getting better than me, so very slowly my fingers started a southern journey from the waist to her ass.As I was getting further south, I could feel Akshika’s breath getting heavier and her ass lunging forward. I could now feel two things – her thighs almost brushing my hard cock and my hand now almost on her round bums! The feeling was majestic, the senses were going berserk. I crossed all my limits and pulled her dress upwards so. . well, shall we say a little delicate mentally, and at the same time she had a rather highly stung nature. It was ascertained -- yes, the officers on Thomas's case were looking at every angle, even at that late stage -- that William Bowman's wife had accidentally overdosed herself with Paracetamol.Exactly when a romance developed between the William Bowman and Mrs Thomas, there's nothing in the files to even suggest. But after Bowman's wife had passed on, he and Mrs Thomas stayed in touch,.