They kissed passionately for more than 10 minutes and Krish already had his hands roaming all over her body. And my wife slightly started to moan: “...aahh Aaaaahhh Aahhhh”.Krish took her hand and placed it on his throbbing crotch. And she started to move her hands over his pant and started rubbing more and more. Their kisses became more intense and then Krish picked her maxi from the ground and inserted his hand near her pussy.The moment he did, he acted shocked and looked at me and gave a. I assured him that I was grateful for his intervention and yes I would love to meet him although I had difficulty in getting away from the family.Looking at his watch he excused himself again and handed me a card, squeezed my hand once more and asked me to phone him then headed for the checkouts. I looked at the card, there was a business address and his name, Jonathon Revell, and a phone number.All the tension of the meeting with Gary, and the relief at meeting my knight in shining armour had. This was a new experience for him, anger with and at Veronica. The instance after the Christmas Party had surprised him. Previously any thought of her brought sadness and wishful thinking of what might have been. The anger was almost cathartic. It was liberating and invigorating: much better then mournful wistfulness.There were carols on the radio and he sang along with them in the bass part feeling very pleased with himself that he could do it successfully with an inanimate object.He arrived. After supper, Dad and I watched TV for a while and I snuggled close to him on the couch. I've always done that. But when I thought about it, I realized that we usually only did it when Mom was gone because Dad goes off and messes with the computer when Mom's home. He always seems more at ease when Mom's out of town. I wonder if he actually looked forward to these times – a chance to be himself without her nagging at him.All too soon the 10 o'clock news was over and I moved from my warm and.