It felt great. The fabric of the car gave me little pricks on my bare bottoms.I started to put my sneakers back on. I did this, because I had decided ...that it would be safer for me to drive with my sneakers on. I sure didn't want to end up in a car accident because one of my feet slipped of the pedal when I needed to break.When my feet were covered with my sneakers again, I moved my legs inside and closed the car door. I put on my safety-belt, making sure it was nicely between my two breasts and. After we had been playing for a few months, talk got more intimate and suggestive. We cybered and tried phone sex. We enjoyed it, and decided to meet for coffee. We were both just curious about each other. One evening after work, we met at a local donut shop. I couldn’t believe how much I enjoyed that evening. We did nothing but talk to each other. It was the first time I had a conversation with a caring woman in 10 years. She listened, to me, and seemed to be interested in what I said. She was. I asked maid to bring home milk for her. She was ready with milk. We drank and after she went to toilet. I saw lot of blood stains on sofa cover. This was to be cleaned and dried before my wife comes . I told kapila so. She cleaned and put it to dry within five minutes. Again kapila sat between my thighs and took my limp lund in mouth and sucked. I pulled Pallavi on my lap and fondled her mercilessly with this double effect lund began tightening and soon it came to form. Pallavi watched me. I could never see her the same way as before, after picturing him entering her, even if it was his sick daydream. Sometimes I pick up the box, the one we all have somewhere hidden in our homes or garages or storage units. The one with the dried flowers, cards, letters, mixed tapes, stuffed animals, dirty photos, anything he or she might have left behind. I have letters that I read. Text and email transcripts. Some horrible poetry. I bring this box out when I need to cry and can’t, but now it.