The prosecution was doing his job for him.“No!” Miss A insisted.“Is that No you didn’t go down Viaduct Street or No your pussy isn’t all jui...y and throbbing..” Mollineaux queried.“Both,” she insisted.“My Lord the prosecution requests’ Miss A’s knickers be presented to court as prosecution exhibit number twenty nine.”“Are you completely mad Mr Mollineaux, do you need psychiatric help?” the Judge enquired.“No I merely wish to verify whether Miss A is telling the truth on this occasion,” Molineaux. It was a beautiful spring afternoon and the sun was out with just a light breeze. The second bottle soon followed and I have to admit that the combination of alcohol and sex talk got me very turned on and just a little bit wet and itchy between my legs. Sara smelled perfumed, like rose petals in water and the topic went towards female orgasms or better said the lack of it when there is a man involved and very quickly we were discussing masturbation technics. I felt frustrated and was aching for. I said to her Bhabhi, what happened? She said nothing. I kept my finger in her navel hole now whenever I was moving my finger in her naval cavity she used to move now. I understood that she was very sensitive there. Now she also started to mover her ass now to feel my cock, I can sense that. I poked my finger in her naval again and she was now pushing her ass more towards me. I knew that I am making her excited now then she did something incredible. She took her saree and put the saree on her. I paid him, picked up mybriefcase and my overnight bag and walked back.I could see that there were lights on inside as Iapproached the house. The outside lights weren’t working(I had been meaning to fix them for the last six weeks).I didn’t recognise the car on the drive. I put my bagsdown by the hedge and, taking care to stay in theshadows, moved towards a window. I could see Kellymaking coffee.I crept round to the back of the house. The curtains inthe lounge had been drawn but.