‘You don’t get it! This is the guy who never called me after I moved, and then avoided me whenever I saw him after that! What exactly am I suppose... to say to him?! It’s not like I can simply finish a conversation we started 15 or 20 years ago! I don’t know this man anymore!’ My husband had the grace not to get upset that I was shouting at him, and waited for me to calm down. He watched as I paced the room in agitation, and a weird expression crossed his face. I’m certain he wasn’t used to me. I got much more nervous with that action of his. Suddenly, I felt his thing right in the middle of my butts,which he was rubbing continuously in a vertical position. I was getting more and more wet with that rubbing. Finally I found one of his hands in my back, rubbing over my kameez. He then slowly slid his hand through my kameez into my bare tummy.He was moving his first finger round and round my novel. My arousal was getting high and high. While he was moving his finger with his one hand, he. I had no idea hewas here with anyone. But I offered him my first dance to show mydispleasure toward my husband and second wife for not telling me that heand his brother were here," I explained."So you are withdrawing your first dance?" she asked with a bit ofrelief."No I am going to delay it until after the two of you have had a chanceto dance. But I will let you choose the dance. I have no intentionstoward your fianc?," suddenly she was hugging me."Thank you, but, but he hasn't proposed yet,". His tongue wetly slid up and down and around those soft white mounds and down her stomach and across her chest. Unfortunately, the tonguing ended. They embraced, exciting in the touch of their naked chests sliding against each other, made easier with the dampness Gordon's tongue had provided.He released her and took her hand and guided it to his rigid rod. She tentatively touched it, sliding her hand along it, discovering its dimensions still hidden in his jeans. Thankfully his mouth returned.