Par kher 15-20 mint baad mainu bhabi ne call kitta B: helloM: hanji konB: tuci apna number ditta cM: ha mai ditta cB: dsaaoM: kuch nai bhabi mai tuhad... nal dosti karna chanaB: mai married aM: aaggar a sab matter karda ta tuci call e nai karni cB: bada dimag chalda tera?M: sonia hooran wal dekh ke chalan lag janda.B : chalo mere husband a rae a aad ch gal apa bad ch gal karde mai khana banana.M: wait karanga.Eni gal karke one phone kat ta. Main saari raat wait kitta ki call ya message auga par. I might have fallen except for his supporting embrace and the way my thighs were wrapped around his leg, which he was rubbing against me.Then Manny took Jack's place, and he kissed me, too. He was the best kisser of all. Wow, could he kiss! Or maybe I was just in the mood. My little heart was going pitty-pat, my breath was quick and shallow, and my head was reeling like I was going to faint. And my panties were a swamp. I hate to admit it, but it's true.What was I thinking at the time? In the. Her eyes moved for a split-second to look at her own breasts with a slightly smile wondering whether I approved. I smiled back as I watched Jeanette looking at her own breasts. Jeanette noticed me smiling.With this Jeanette looked back at me, a look consisting of wanting and desire. This sacred desire was only reserved for me and only me. I felt warm and privileged by this.I needed to free Jeanette of the remaining bikini bottom, in other words the second component of her black bikini. It. I was losing patience. Oh, I knew damned well that getting hyper myself was not a smart thing to do. Her reaction was all out of proportion. Unreasonable. Hysterical, even. It was clearly not a good idea at all for me to lose patience. Get hysterical myself.But, damn it, this was craziness! Why in blazes couldn’t this beautiful woman get it through her head that I was batshit crazy about her; that I would never voluntarily desert her?I’m crazy about her, I was thinking – but this woman is maybe.