I was crying in my bedroom, thinking of my mother and sarala was working in kitchen. I decided not to go out as I was feeling low. I was sobbing and s...rala came in room with juice for me. She saw me sobbing and understood that I was missing my mother. Tears rolled down her eyes knowing me missing my mum. She tried consoling me and after lot of talking and consoling for next half an hour I was getting back to normal. I don’t know what happen to her, she cam close me and stood very close to me. Inclining towards insanity as well she had the ridiculous thought of calling Joe to say hi and ask how his rearranged wedding plans were progressing. At 11:58 the phone went, sending her pulse soaring only to have her ear filled by the caller’s yawn. ‘Ooops, sorry – attempting to multi-task, you being female will assume we men are useless at that.’ What a bozo, Bianca thought. ‘You assumed your victim was a woman?’ ‘If someone with a chic name of Bianca White was male I’d be worried.’ She. It was clumsy and frenetic. I couldn't get my mouth right and he grabbed everything way too hard, but neither of us cared. The performance didn't matter, our expectations only got in the way. When I sat down in the car and he started driving, all either of us knew was what we wanted. He wanted to touch my tits and I wanted to suck his dick.What does that have to do with this? Simple, it's not always about what you expect. It's about more than that. Sometimes your expectations are met, sometimes. Carol squirmed as she contemplated that. Since Tom and Kate had not had any daughters and Matt had not had a sister, they had all lavished attention on her making her feel like a princess. She had resented sharing that with Sherry but now as Andy pointed out, Sherry had upstaged her by playing the submissive goddess role. By surrendering so completely, Sherry had only drawn herself closer to everyone and Carol noted that Tom and Kate still treated her with respect during normal times. ‘Ok. I.