She opened the refrigerator and the light shown through the flimsy nighty showing Brandon every sweet line of her little body. The round mound between...her thighs entranced him. She stood there for almost a minute, bending over, acting as if she were trying to decide what to get. She got her milk shut the door and went to the table. She pulled out a chair and slid it as close to Brandon as she could. She jumped in it on her knees and leaned on one elbow to look at the paper with him. He was on. ‘Of course.’ Had he expected her to say no? Just because she knew Nichole had trapped him into this marriage didn’t mean she wouldn’t be there. ‘Aylesford Methodist, two weeks from Saturday at four.’ Didn’t want Nichole to be showing, huh? ‘We’ll be there.’ ‘Thanks, Kendall.’ She turned the oven off. Her steaks were probably more well-done than the medium she liked, but she didn’t care. She sat on a stool and fell into musings once again. Nichole McClaren for a sister-in-law? A niece or nephew?. I gazed lower and didnt detect any panty line either hmmm the ol gal is nude underneith her niteshirt.I wonder what gives.Maybe just trying to be more comfy I figured.After a few minutes of idle chat about work and the weather sports scores and whatnot.She told me about her chat with my wife last nite. So what do you want me to do or not do now that you know all about she and I? She told me I am perfectly fine with. .Let me say in hindi now ek din subha aunty kapre sukane chatt par aayi main vah betha tha kafi upset lag rahi thi mjhe dhke boli yaha kya kar rahe ho maine bola kuch ni aisi zara timpass fir hum baat karne lage bohot der tak hum baat kar rahe the unko bohot acha laga bohot hasya maine Fir hum donno apne ghar chale gaye fir kuch din baad aisi kabhi na kabhi milte upar aur apne bre me boli main uske boobs ko dhkta vo mjhe bohot bar dhki aise ek din hm donno phone chat kar rahe the ek dusre ke.