I was happy thinking that this will be the Sunday of my life…He signaled me n asked that why are you looking at me!I got the opportunity and asked f...or her number. Then finally i gave her my number by signaling through hand that started out conversation… She was from Punjab, aged 23 years n newly married. She was happy with her family but something was missing in her life. We started talking on phone. We started texting a lot. I asked her to show her figure. She invited me at night at the. "What is the little shiny white pea sticking out up on top?" he asked her. Although she hadn't been able to see her clitoris, she knew that it was swollen and inflamed."That is my clitoris." she explained to him as she began so softly rub it."Clit, uh, what?" he asked."Clitoris," she had said slowly, feeling it throbbing expectantly."Clitoris, What does it do?" Ash repeated.Delia carefully peeled the skin back away from her clitoris, experiencing another tingle of pleasure trickle out from it. He had always played the mediator between them and knew that his missed visit had caused yet another bust-up. Ann had made sure that he knew about that!His job, and its demands, had been the main contributory factor in his divorce. His work within the Special Operations Department of the Metropolitan Police Force did not allow him to work to a schedule, and his irregular hours had been the main cause of the rows between him and his wife. Having staunched his wound he finally got into the car. " Why, thank you, Mr. Moran." Look where we are, child. I think it would be better if you called me Kieran."I turned to him in mock anger. "You look where we are, Mr. Kieran. You've got your hands on my tits, that... that thing of yours is poking me and we're getting ready to fuck. Maybe you shouldn't call me a child." As I said it, I stood on my tiptoes to reach his luscious, kissable lips. He smiled as her realized that I was joking, and his soft lips touched mine, barely. It was our first.