Wo bola pitunga nhi marunga bol maaru kya . Me uski baat smjh nhi pya ki wo kya kah rha hai .wo fir bola maaru kya.maine socha marega thoda hi waise h...i kah raha hai.maine kh diya maar lo.tabhi usne kha chal ulta ho.uski baat sunte hi mera dil dhadak utha ab me smjha ki wo kya maarne ki baat kr rha tha.main waha se jana chahata tha par usne mujhe pakd liya or bola kaha jata hai.tune hi to kaha tha maar le ab to marunga.such me dosto meri hwa kharab ho gai.maine socha aaj to gye kaam se.usne mera. Did she do it on purpose? Who knows?"Oh I am sorry," she said. "Look, you'll have to sponge it down. I can lend you a skirt, if you like. Yes, you take it off while I go upstairs and get something for you to put on." I stood up, undid the zip and buttons and stepped out of the wet skirt. Amy came back, carrying a black skirt that was similar in length to the one she'd got on.I said nothing as we swapped garments and she took my skirt into the kitchen to sponge it down. I stepped into the tiny. "Put these on." Now?" I asked."Yes now. You can't walk around with a bare fanny all the time. Take offthat nightgown. We're getting you into some actual clothes."I pulled the nightgown off and dropped it to the floor. There I was nakedagain in front of Bev. I could feel her eyes scanning me. For some reasonI kind of liked it. I bent over, my tits now swaying like a Newton'scradle, and slipped each leg in the panties one at a time and pulled themup. They actually felt nice. They seemed to be. It was a perfect smile. I showed happiness and thepromise of more. It was not contrived. It was how she felt at thatmoment."Where are we going?" she asked, playfully."The best restaurant in town," he said. "But we will have to find thatfirst." You unhitch the truck and I'll grab my handbag."It did not take long to find it - the best restaurant in that town. Itwas modest but it was intimate and the food was good. She had ordered inher best feminine voice, a voice she used 24 / 7 these.