We used to have him at our flat for dinner often, as he also found our company enjoyable.During the developments in our private talks, upon my request... she had been before him wearing just the churidhar top, while he was in our flat. Me n her used to play it cool as if that is her normal dress inside our flat. As her top had high side slits, almost whole of her thighs n sometimes her panty was on display. As expected, we could notice that he was staring at her many a times. But he always tried. “No… No, of course not,” I replied. “Then you feel something for me too?” How could I reply to that? How could I tell him that I found him stunningly attractive, that he had given me the best night of sex in my life and for a few weeks I had been pregnant with his child? It wasn’t possible for any woman not to feel something for such a man. “There’s something I should tell you,” I began, my hands unconsciously falling to my belly but my words choked in my throat; what possible good could come. Ben's own fear and lack of understandingfor control over that mechanical power was very clear at timesafter he fucked up, as it was now. Oh well, Tim thought, he'd besafe for a few days now. It always happened that way. One near missand Ben was the safest driver on the road. The problem was that Beneasily forgot the lessons of his near misses. All it would take wasone of those lax moments at the wrong time and Ben would wind updead from complacency. All Tim could hope for was that he. He came down to watch me, so I spread my pussy lips so he could see all of me. Without warning, his mouth came down, lapping at my clit. I almost yelled out loud, for the sensation was incredible. His mouth was so hot and wet. His two fingers worked their way into my juicy hole, his tongue flattened against my swollen clit. I spread my legs wider for him. My hands were at my breasts now, cupping them, and pinching my nipples hard. His tongue and fingers were driving me crazy. I know I was.