And asked for my phone and fed her no. In it and told me to call in the night and left. I too took my things and came back to home. Later in the night...about at 12, I received a message saying – what’s the naughty boy doing ?? To which I replied – dreaming of you. And then we continued and slowly turned it into a sex chat. We chatted for almost 4 hrs. And I asked her at the end that how come she is chatting with me beside her hubby ??She replied her hubby works in Bangalore and comes to Delhi. He looked great. His detective clothes are nice and not sloppy like some detectives I know—you know, sports coat, chinos, and open collared shirt—but when he puts his casual clothes on, it’s like he walked out of a Nordstrom’s ad. The guy can wear clothes. The first thing he said after “Hi, you look great!” was “I love those red peep-toed pumps.” I almost swooned. What guy notices a girl’s shoes? We drove to SoDo and he took me to a funky little restaurant near the stadium. Dinner was great,. I felt his finger slip between my bloated pussy lips and over my sensitive little love button. It was like we had been lovers for years, not just minutes. Intuitively, he knew just how to touch me to send me racing to the very peak of my arousal. Within second, I found myself teetering on the very brink of that bottomless abyss of orgasmic ecstasy. “Ohhhh…Randy…you’re doing it to me. You’re going make me cumm. Ohhh…I need this sooo bad. Yeah…make me cumm…please, honey…I need to cumm now.” As. "You know, so soft and warm and all." Yeah, I think I know," Billie whispered against his hair."Hey, could you scratch my back?" the boy asked.Billie-Ann put an arm around his shoulders and started making slow circles with her fingernails. She moved down to the small of his back and then up again, feeling the little bumps of his ribs as she scratched, and thinking how funny it was that touching another person always did funny things to the toucher, too. Billie shifted her hips and realized just.