It eventually came to parting of the ways and she turned to me. 'Are you, maybe, free for a drink after work today?' I couldn't help but smile and nod... We exchanged mobile numbers, and then headed off in different directions. The day passed in a bit of a daze, I attended meetings, made decisions, placed some orders and had several phone calls, none of which I could recall moments later. I called Amy, my wife, and told her I was meeting up with a client after work and that I'd be home a little. .വീട്ടില്‍ എപ്പോഴും വരും ..വീട്ടില്‍ ആളുണ്ട് എന്നാ ഭാവം ഒന്നുമില്ല ..അടുക്കളയില്‍ ജോലി ചെയ്യുന്പോള്‍ .അലക്കുന്പോള്‍ ഒക്കെ ഒരു മാന്യനെ പോലെ അടുത്ത് വന്നു ആരും കാണാതെ എന്റെ കുണ്ടികള്‍ പിടിക്കും ..ആദ്യമൊക്കെ ചെറിയ തട്ടലും മുട്ടലും ആയിരുന്നു ..പിന്നെ ഞാന്‍ ആരോടും പറയില്ല എന്ന് മനസ്സിലാക്കിയ ശേഷമോ എന്തോ ഒരു മയവും ഇല്ലാതെ പിടിക്കാന്‍ തുടങ്ങി ..ഞാന്‍ ദേഷ്യത്തോടെ ഒന്ന് നോക്കിയാല്‍ അവന്‍ ചുണ്ട് കടിച്ചു ഒരു വികൃതമായ ചിരി പാസ്സാക്കും …ഒരിക്കല്‍ പോലും എനിക്ക് അവനോട ലൈഗികമായ ഒരു തൃഷ്ണ പോലും തോന്നിയിട്ടില്ല. Blood was already pouring from Brian's mouth as his mangled chest tried to draw in air. His eyes were locked on Amy, and seemed to plead for help. Brian's hand gripped Amy's wrist like a lifeline as he struggled to hang onto life. The struggle didn't last for more than a few heart beats. His eyes glazed, and the flow of blood slowed to a trickle. His grip relaxed, and he died.Amy started crying, and rocking in her seat, holding Brian's body and saying, "No. No. No." It looks like a bullet went. Her hands were caressing my arms, and my shoulders with gentlestrokes. Then she began caressing the sides of my body. I've never beenticklish but this had me giggling like a schoolchild and had Cindygrinning in an evil fashion."Ooh, is my girl ticklish?" Not really, but don't let that stop you trying." Hmm, maybe later." She began caressing me as she kissed my breasts andthen down my torso and over my stomach to my groin. My prick wasstraining against the confines of the gaffe, trying but.