Bhide Roshan bhabhi ke ball ko dono hato se pakdta hai aur dabane lagta hai.Roshan bhabhi bhi Bhide ke sar ko pakadkar jor jor se kiss karne lagti hai... Bhide kiss ko tod deta haia aur unke gale par kiss karne lagta hai. Dheere dheere niche jakar unke ball ke pass jata hai aur ek ball ko pakadkar uske nipple ko halkasa hi jeeb lagata hai.Roshan bhabhi ke nipple pahaleae hi khade huye hote hai. Bhide jab une sirf jeeb se chuta hai to Roshan bhabhi kehti hai“Bhide ji kyun tarsa rahi ho unhe. Put an end to this little farce,” Tracy looked at me with expectation.“Yeah, well, when we’ve had a chance to hammer out a divorce settlement or the judge gavels his or her decision into effect ... then this ‘farce’ that you caused can be over at last. You’re the one who kicked me out, who filed for divorce, and who had the nerve to have me served at the library of all places. None of that was necessary, nor was sending your loverboy my way to preach at me over the divorce that YOU instigated!”. He took a few steps back. She rose as well, cracking her knuckles. He swallowed just a little. She knew she’d worked a number on him and that, if she played her cards right, she could take the fight. But he was pretty quick, she wasn’t ready to relax just yet. He took another step back and they started circling each other again, fists raised. She took a step forward, he a step back. They circled. She threw a punch, and he tried to step out of the way, but it connected. Knowing he had to. " How about tomorrow?" she asked and I shrugged."Maybe," I answered, just to buy time before I said no. "I'll talk to my mom." You have to ask your mom?" Jen giggled and didn't bother to reply. It did sound kinda dumb. "Hey, um ... Tiff?" Huh?" You're not gonna tell anybody," she said. "Right?" Tell anybody what?" I picked up my books."About me and Jeremy," she whispered, even though we were alone. "That I like him." You're supposed to like him," I said, but I knew what she meant. The thing was.