I first went through to the utility room and took off my top and threw it in the laundry basket turning to look into the reflected image of her toilet...window to see if she was there, I couldn't tell for sure, so I went to the kitchen and got a coffee and returned to the utility room placing the coffee on the tumble drier I turned a way from the window and slowly removed the rest of my clothes all the while glancing to check for movement in the open window. At last I saw her just as I removed my. ” “No, I’m the one who should be sorry. I rather lost my temper with him and hit him with your dad’s cane!” “Ha Ha! Good for you! I remember that cane well. We’ve never laid a finger on him ourselves. How many did you give him?” “Ten, I think. It was going to be six, but I was a bit worked up.” “Sounds like it! Still, he’s lived to tell the tale, and it might have helped you with your decimals! How did he take it?” “Not very well. He was play acting a little I think! Jumping about. Wiggling his. They had a coffee and both laughed at the fact that they had each been agonising over contacting the other over doubts about whether the other one might have had second thoughts or regrets after their night of sex."Can I take you out for a meal on Friday Linda?" Bill asked hopefully."I have a better idea, why don't I cook us a meal and maybe you could stay for breakfast on Saturday?" she said with her attractive eyes flashing."That would be wonderful," replied Bill who was feeling his cock. Vimala also hugged her and kissed her with tears. As a memento of her experience she took Vimala’s bra and my autograph on her dairy as a friend. And she told me that now I am a man should take care of Vimala and she has left her contact address with Vimala and I can contact her for any help. (Help here means sexual favors). We were all emotional at that particular time. Now I have regular contact only with Vimala as Banu went abroad. Now she is working as a nurse in UK. But now we are only.