He gasped and her eyes widened. “For someone to do this.”I slipped to my knees before her while sliding my fingers out of her panties. Her juices ...coated my digits. I shoved my other hand beneath her skirt, bulging the tartan material. I found the waistband of her cotton panties.“What are you doing?” she whispered.“What are you doing, Sir,” I corrected her as I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties, feeling her soft skin. I tugged. “Now lift your rump.”She bit her lip and then did. To kya mera b karne ka mann nai karega kya . Phir shanya kuch der sochne k baad kahne lagi ki hmmmmm… I understand. But apko apki umar ka khyal rakhna chaiye. Blah blah blah…. Vo dono 30 min tak batte kar rahe the aur me b vahi baitkar sunn raha tha. Phir dono haas haas k bate karne lagi . Me b khush hi gaya.Phir shanya ne kaha ki dono bhai gav se hi delhi chale gaye the business k kaam se aur 4 din baad hi ayege . Phir aunty ne shanya k kan me kuch kaha . Aur dono andar room me chali gayi aur. Parents chasing gleeful, squealing children. Dogs romping with each other. People throwing Frisbees. Near one end a rock band was playing. He thought he recognized the nasal voice that was almost, but not quite, singing. The mall was lined with open-sided tents with peaked, white canvas roofs. In each one were concerned citizens earnestly promoting awareness and appreciation of the environment. She dragged him into the shade of a nearby tent where the lone occupant smiled at them. ‘Welcome to. Cooper... I'll see if he's in." The secretary's voice was cool, efficient, and lacking a certain friendliness that made Fran feel uneasy. Perhaps she shouldn't be calling, after all. Maybe she ought to hang up. Perhaps she'd say he was out, or he wouldn't even remember her name. She'd given her maiden name as well as her married name, but eleven years was a long time. It was even more than eleven years, Fran reminded herself, even though she preferred to shorten it to eleven in her own mind..