Somehow I managed to make tea and took the cup and gave him. I had forgotten to pin my pallu as I was in a hurry.So when I went to give him the cup my...pallu slipped and his mouth opened in awe. I quickly put it back. Within those seconds he saw something and when he told me I was shocked.“Anitha there were wet spots on the left side breast? What is it, milk?”I was shocked at his open statement. I just nodded my head in embarrassment. He then placed the cup on the table and held me by my arms. She's no fucking lady. She's nothing but an ex-high school slut. That whore was probably blowing him when he drove against the bridge."I felt terribly cold as I had a sudden deja-vu moment, I would probably never forget the voice of that bastard. I still can remember how the local police chief had claimed that my parents had committed suicide by driving. I could hear the other woman gasp and the voice indicated that he was turning away when he yelled again."Cancel the other ambulance. No sense. When I returned Janelle lay on her back and I got to appreciate her beauty, Cantaloupe sized breasts with nipples that looked like a slice of kiwi. A plump body that still had an hour glass appearance and a dark black full triangle of hair that completely hid her vagina.I laid down on the bed, kissed her on the forehead and began to play with her breasts they were extremely soft, I sucked on her enticing nipples which were tender in my mouth. As I did so they began to grow and were soon a. He'd wake her up if he plunged in, and he'd wake her up if he diddled her to make her juices flow. A neat problem. He forged ahead anyway, gently rubbing her warm cunt lips to see what could be done. He knew it was a losing game. By the time he got her hot and got his cock in she'd be awake and he was dead. Vic would fire him, he'd lose out with Phil and be put off the train at the next stop. Was one orgasm worth it?Yet as he worked slowly and carefully his luck held. The warm little cunt in.