Within a few days we were quite friendly with each other and we used to go out together for some little shopping and outing as his wife was busy meeti...g her parents and her relatives. As Siv came to Calcutta after around six years, there were many things that I could show him around. On a Saturday we planned to go out for dinner. My husband, Siv, his wife and me. We decided to meet in a restaurant in City Center at round 8.00pm. My husband was supposed to come directly from office and Siv’s. My mind wanders some more as my hand caresses my body. I am thinking of you with me...You are standing before me in a beautiful black one piece dress, stunning from head to toe. We step closer, face to face and your lips gently touch mine. I reach my right hand up and caress your neck as our lips meet. My left hand is around your waist rubbing your lower back as I pull you in close to me. Our lips part and I drop my mouth to your neck. Your sweet scent engulfs my nostrils as my lips gently. It was obviously some fairly strong pot and with me in the middle, I was getting twice as much as they were which, thinking back was probably Terry’s plan.In no time, I was completely stoned and lust leaned back into the couch. My nightie naturally slid up my legs and Terry reached over pulling the hem up to my waist, exposing my panties. He ran his hand down between my legs, teasing me as he told his friend “ My baby has the prettiest pussy, ain’t that right baby? Look at that thick young. The Muldavian press had picked a favorite, early on, and had done their part to make sure their man won. Their favorite was Kar Amabed. His eloquence was incredible. He had more charisma in his little finger than most of the top bureaucrats combined. He had a secret advantage. He had no track record. As some commentators said ‘He just seemed to come out of nowhere! How could we have missed him?’ This was a brilliant ploy. If you have no record you can’t be pinned down by previous statements..