He's going to ditch me, for sure.I deserve it. He gets up and goes downstairs. Breakfast in 20, he shouts. Maybe he's ok.I know he isn't. I'm fucked. ...On NYE. It's all sorted. All of us. Lunch in the park by the uni. Bottle of fizz. Then the pub. Party time. Then the town square. Is it a city square? How the fuck should I know. So. This could be a shit shit shit day. Bacon and eggs and brown sauce. The redhead slopes in late. Lazy long t-shirt. Messy hair. She looks at me and strokes my. It seemed to move as he moved and complimented his figure. No tight places and fit ever so snug in all the right spots. He was very pleased."It looks very good on you, sir, but we need to be sure it stays that way for you. We need to check some things out if you don't mind," she said as she approached him."Whatever you need to do, please feel free," he answered, hoping for more than just another measurement.She stood in front of him, as the other woman came to stand behind him. Together, they. Soon I washed it and hanged it on tread.Evening I came early from office found she was on terrace with child as I wished her good evening with deep love n lust on her.dont know she was happy to see me there and had our chat till eight didn’t watch the time also the sky its already dark asked her why she still on terrace then she told that her husband left to Chennai for some office meeting. I was happier on hearing on this and asked her about dinner she said she prepared dinner for both left. He pretty much did everything but come out and say he loved her. Maybe he really just wanted this to be so memorable for them both.So she stepped out of her almost three inch heels, and began to slowly unbutton her blouse, turning away from him as she did. When it hung open, she turned around, her breasts partly on display, partly hidden, by both the bra and the blouse. Reaching behind her, she unhooked and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to her feet, exposing the black thong that covered.