I couldn’t have cared how much so I didn’t ask. I logged onto my PC went into my e-mail and called up her address. ‘Dear Vern’, I typed. ‘I�...�m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I have to go. I have to get away. I feel trapped and as if the ceiling is falling in on me. When you read this I’ll be miles away for I’m driving to Boston. Please don’t try and contact me just yet. Let me clear my head and than I’ll be in touch. I promise. Yours. A’ I sent the message and used the TV checkout system. Packing. You still have time to repent, at least as far as I know. ?Aw shucks, I was figuring that I could use this suit when they lay me out. If I wait too long I?ll probably drip barbeque sauce on it and they?ll have to close the coffin.??What were the exact terms of your bet, anyway.??That you would ignore the dress code and come in without a tie.??Then you both have a tie and I don?t. Neither one of you won that particular bet.?Nice threads, Kev!? Bianca had come in.?You sure do clean up right. She stuck her tongue out and gently ran the tip over his juice soaked fingers and then swallowed it. She liked the salty acrid taste… She didn’t feel any aversion. She then took his fingers between her lips and sucked them. Ashim looked at his aunt… Mesmerized. Her wanton antics aroused him feverishly; he stared excitedly as she sucked his fingers. Devyani looked into her nephew’s eyes released his fingers and offered him to suck the remaining cunt juices off his fingers. The teenager didn’t. But this was one occasion that this proved to be beneficial. Amongst my colleagues was an amazingly fair lady. Lets call her Avantika. She had an average Indian figure and had definitely taken pains to maintain herself. She had a tendency to put on weight but had kept it under control through exercise and diet with obvious benefits. I had met her husband too. He appeared to be a nice guy. Fairly rich, tall and good looking chap. They did make a handsome couple. Avantika was definitely not.