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She shivered and tried unsuccessfully to push me away. I kept my one hand on her boob. It was small in size. Can’t call ample. I kneaded it and said...Me: oh vidhya tai. You are awesome.Vidhya gasped.Vidhya: raja!! Shona!! Someone may see us like this.Oh! So she wasn’t worked about getting fucked. She was worried about getting caught. I pulled her up straight and pressed my lips against her. With one hand I continued fondelling with her breast and with other hand I pulled her close and rubbed my. “Stop that now. You’re being naughty. Wait till we get to my room.”I suddenly got a bad feeling.The door opened and in walked my wife with another man. She looked right at me with a big smile and said, “Honey, how are you? This is Mike.” She put her arms around Mike like they were long-lost lovers. “I see you have dinner ready for us. Hey, we’ll be ready to eat in about a half-hour. That ok with you? You can keep it warm till then.” Then she then took Mike’s arm and dragged him to our bedroom.. I came up with nothing.So, I worked my shifts, I called home each evening to touch base with my kids, chat with Annie. I listened, I tried to hear, any change in tenor, in vocabulary, in cadence, that would clue me in to the changes I had seen with my own eyes. Nothing. Nothing.I came home, and found Annie at work, the kids at school. I was beat, but with my mind awhirl, I knew that sleep would elude me. I dragged my laptop downstairs, and jacked into the hard drive. I downloaded the recordings. ''Okay, okay, I get the fucking point!' I thought irritably. Then I turned my attention back to Bristoll. He was still looking Anne over, he still looked as though he was mentally undressing her. 'But you could at least tell me what he's thinking.''How simple life would be if he could have a girlfriend like her.''I know exactly what he means.' It occurred to me that Bristoll was attempting something like normal conversation, a task which, from what little I was able to gather from his behaviour.
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