Stan had seen the tracks of her tears, he could feel her shaking, but he didn’t know how to comfort the young woman crying in his embrace. So he did...the only thing he could: he held her, stroking her shoulder and back, and let her cry. It was only afterwards that he remembered he’d been softly whispering, ‘It’s okay, it’s okay, let it out, it’s okay,’ virtually the whole time. But eventually Denise drew away from him, still shuddering a little but with a smile precariously in place. ‘Thank you. Thn Monday morning na around 9 Ku na avnga area Ku poitu tea shopla tea kudichitu irunthen …thn priya ku msg pannenMe: What’s situation there…na ipa unga area tea shopla thaan irukenPriya: Ipa thaan husband kulambunaga…ne ipa green colour building ******apartment Ku vaa 3rd floor na enga vetu vaasalya blue sareela wait pandren..Me:ok na varen…Aparam na apartment enga irukunu keatu visarichi poonen 5 minsla apartment Ku ponen..lift irunthuthu na 3 rd floor reach aanen…anga yarym illa vealaiya. Is she busy?’ ‘Yeah. A little bit. You want me to share a message for her?’ Denise shook her head. ‘That’s okay. I’d rather speak with her myself.’ He looked her over. ‘You don’t trust me?’ Denise shrugged. ‘I don’t know you. So I have no idea who you are. What are you doing here Frank?’ He laughed. ‘Teaching Connie some manners and stuff!’ Her eyebrows rose in suspicion and she pushed past him and wandered down the hallway to her bedroom. He followed her and stood behind her as she gasped at. He tells me to get undressed for him so I go to the other room and get out of my clothes. I put on a black thong as I know he likes to have me expose my arse. I also put on a T shirt so that it hides my thong so as to tease him a little bit. I return to the lounge and he looks at me and says 'Come here!' I sit beside him on the sofa and we look at each other and I feel a strong urge to kiss his lovely lips, We move closer and our lips meet and his tongue pushes into my mouth where I can suck on.