Neither of us drank enough to get seriously intoxicated – we really had been talking a lot, I realised – but both of us were surprised when the pu...b started closing around us. After which, he graciously – maybe even chivalrously – walked me up to a nearby station to pick up a cab and wandered off into the night. He shook my hand on leaving, didn't give me a hug or a kiss or anything, just a smile and a friendly wave goodbye.I wasn't sure how I felt about that.Back in the flat, I found the memory. To mene koi problem nhi bola, ye sunte hi usne jorse dakka mara to aada undar chala gaya but meri chik nigal gayee to usne muh par hatg rakh diya or bad me kiss krne lagaFir 2 3 min rukne k bad or ek jor ka dakka mara to pura lund andar ghus gayas , uska muh meri muh me tha isliye chik bahar nhi nikli but use samaj me aa gaya , wo thodi der rukh gaya , abtk meri hymen tut chuki thi , fir mera dard kam hua to mene apni chut upar krke lund andar leni lgi to usne muh lips se hata ye or sir pr kiss. The bell rang again, this time for a much longer duration."Who's there?" I asked trying to control my erratic breathing."Adeel." My heart leaped to my throat. My husband was standing on the other side of the door. I opened the door immediately."Where were you?" He looked at me questioningly."I was sleeping." In my rush, I couldn't think of a better reply."At this hour?" He frowned. "Where's abbu?" Don't know; might be sleeping as well." Strange... everyone is sleeping." He babbled to himself;. I realised that I would have to do the bandaging and his jeans would need to come off.Jeremy opened the buttons on his waist and I helped him pull it off when I saw him struggling to move his foot.I suddenly realised that I was still wearing the shorts. I pulled the spandex out again to make it less revealing. It was pulling right into my pussy forming an outline of my pussy lips. I had nothing to cover it so I just hoped he would not notice.I had to undo his shoes and pull the jeans off his.