Rajesh wasn't sure how she would react, but there was only one way to find out. He lightly brushed his finger against her panty bottoms, feeling the h...at of her pussy against his fingers. 'Oh my god, I can't believe I'm doing this,' he said to himself, as he pushed his finger a little harder against her crotch.Pinky moaned a little louder, as she lifted her hips off the bed to give him better access to her pussy, "Mmm what are you doing Rajesh?" Rajesh jumped at her words, pulling his hand away. As she walked the rest of the way home, she felt lifted. She realised that she had recently spent far too many lonely Saturday evenings mindlessly watching rubbish TV. It would be good to have some company for a change.Kat arrived almost to the second on the agreed time of seven o’clock. Lizzie guided her through the house to the patio and the long and narrow back garden. She’d spent a lot of time and effort, and money, sorting the place out when she’d first bought it. After all, it was her job. Saturday, February 15, 1969 Angelina put her few flowers on the grave and braced herself against the rainy cold wind. He had died on Valentine’s Day, destroying the holiday for her but it didn’t matter, she had avoided any chance of a new romance. After the second year, her friends began a concerted effort to find her a new love and yet, three years later, she was still alone. It was a long slippery walk up the hill back to her car, and the inside of the car got wet as she got back in. She sat. When I got home Sharon and Tina were both sitting on the sofa in the living room giggling about something or other, I had no idea where Helen was. I sat down on a chair opposite them and wished her happy birthday then made small talk about how her day had been. After a few minutes Sharon got up to fetch some drinks from the kitchen, when Sharon was coming back, Tina said with a rather mischievous smile on her face aren't you going to give her a birthday kiss then , I replied OK then. Sharon.