She had lifted her sari and petticoat and tucked it into her waist line.“Aao Bhabhi ab wait nahi kar sakta” I said as I opened my arms asking her ...to come into them. (Come sister-in-law, I can’t wait any longer)“Chal hut. Tu bulayega aur main aajaungi kya? Sabr kar. Sabr ka phal meetha hota hai”(Go away. Do you think you will call me and I will just come in. Have patience. Fruits of patience are sweeter)“8 saal se sabr hi kar rahan hoon, Bhabhi” (I have been waiting for 8 years,. Dont worry about her she wont be here he told me. I got home and started unloading the car. My mom came out to help as I was bent over the edge of the trunk grabbing a few bags. Have fun? she chuckled. I had forgotten I had a skirt and no panties on! Had she seen what was in me? If she had she didnt say anything to me directly. As I finished Brent messaged me pic now! I knew I only had a couple minutes or he would get mad. can I take off the skirt? I asked as I took the picture. you fucking. I don't want them to end either. I know ... well, I know that it ... uh ... it can't be exactly like the past few days. I mean, I know this was a vacation ... that it wasn't ... well, it's not real life, you know? Maybe, we can ... we can ... alternate ... or ... I know things aren't ... things can't be like that all the time ... but ... I'd like ... I'm hoping ... maybe we can ... I don't know ... go on dates ... just... BE together..."I wasn't even finished before she reached for me, pulling. Mutti Frida leaned across. “Col, Willi is right,” she said, sadly. “We shouldn’t go.”Lili looked across. “I’ll come and see you off, Willi.”I saw Col stiffen. Was she jealous? Since the near disaster at Mrs Wisniewski’s Christmas party, our three-way friendship had run very smoothly, something which only now I realised was unusual. I saw Mutti Frida glance between Col and Lili.“If that’s all right, Col?”Lili’s gentle question drew a small, self-deprecating sigh from Col. “I’m sorry, Lili. Yes,.