Sheepishly, she looks up at me, like a wounded doe."Can...can I have another?"I reach my hand out for the cup, a friendly expression on my face. Handi...ng it over, I can see a flicker of hope run across her face."No." I toss the cup over my shoulder. It's bounce echoes off the wall, disrupting our moment of silence. "Stand up."Her lower lip quivers for a moment. She thinks I'm mean, how cute. Wrestling her lip under control, she raises her hand, looking for help. I effortlessly kick her hand. But, as the story progressed, he started cuddling me while I was narrating. We were in the exact position as I described. Prabhu was doing exactly how Anirudh did. He started cuddling me, kissing my neck and ears, grinding his dick against my ass.Prabhu even moved his hand on my right boob and squeezed it. As we lay there naked, I narrated my sexual experience with Anirudh. My husband, touching me exactly, like my little cousin. Weirdly, it was turning me on.Involuntarily I moved my hand on my. "Well thanks, that means a lot," she said sarcastically, and moved to unlock her car door. Nick was beside her in an instant, blocking her from getting in her car."Get out of my way." "Miley," his voice sounded like a plea, but he didn't move. "What are you going to do?" her voice was venomous, "Force me to a motel?" "I said I was sorry," he accused, as though by saying those two little words everything was okay and she should just forgive him. "You've said what you've come to say, now get out. “There” I said to the giggling girl in front of me, if your mum notices I will just say I spilt coffee on my shorts” and the timing couldn’t have been better as no sooner had I done it we heard the front door shut and a voice shout up the stairs, “Hi Guys, I’m home” and then footsteps as Alice came up the stairs.Pippa looked a little nervous as her mum entered the room but she was fully dressed but I was standing there in a tee shirt and flimsy shorts with coffee spilt on both articles, “OMG!,.