We got home to several phone messages. One was Karen's doctor's office reminding her of her appointment later this week. A few from telemarketers and ...ne with a total wrong number that wasted the rest of the tape in the machine. We fixed a quick dinner and sat on the couch and snuggled. I had made a fire in the fireplace and Karen had lit some candles so the mood was somewhat romantic. We held each other and whispered I love you back and forth punctuated by kisses. Eventually, we retired to the. Woh sab itna maine nahin rakhta. Abhi meri sabse badi duwidha mere bete ki shaadi ki hai. Ye sab main sambhal sakta hun.”Toh dadaji ne mere haath pe halka sa aur zor dete hue kaha, “Tum ek baar aaram se socho. Aur mujhe call karke bata dena. Agar chaho toh apne ghar pe bhi ek baar baat kar lo.”Toh maine dadaji ki baat rakhte hue unhein bola, “Theek hai. Main sochti hu iss baare mein.”Hum aise hi kuch der aur baat karte rahe. Aur dadaji mujhe apne ghar aur usmein rehne waale logon ke baare mein. As she was lying in bed letting her head clear, she found that the Official Witnesss magically erotic, under skirt foreplay, was still hotly churning around in her mind and, since then, she had been getting more and more infatuated with the whole idea of it, as each minute went by. The memory of those skilled fingers lightly stroking and squeezing her pussy lips, and strumming her super sensitive clit, was so intriguing to her that, although she knew that she shouldnt be, she actually found. “Oh that’s so fucking hot.” I heard her whisper. I’m still not sure what came over me. Maybe it was the years of provocative dress, or the seemingly endless flirting but I couldn’t help myself. I reached over and gently caressed the tit that Brittany wasn’t already full on feeling up. I half expected her to freak out but instead she let out a loud moan. When I looked up at her she was looking at me and biting her bottom lip. She gave a quick glance to the back seat and them smiled.“She’s still.