Tina was giving the kids a bath and I asked him if he was hungry and wanted something to eat we had plenty left. He made a sandwhich and said we need ...to talk. I told Tina I would be right back and she said that's fine. We walked out to the garage behind the house where I was working on my 68 mustang I had just got. I got Jeff and myself a beer from the fridge in the garage and we sat down to talk. "Well, I guess we need to do something about it." Jeff said"About what?" I replied."The $25,000. She wore her garter belt so that it showed off the tops of her stockings and her creamy smooth thigh above them when she walked or sat down. It was like I found my queen bee. A special nymph to guide me, but not mine alone. She well knew who I was from the first time my eyes glazed over when we met. I saw her garter belt.She cultivated me by talking about the bras and stockings she was wearing now as we chatted, hiking up her skirt to show me the tops of her stockings. Asking me what was my. Pinching my nipple and rubbing my breasts made me quite aware of how hot I was getting. I tried to put off touching myself deeper, but my body would not be denied. I slipped my hand down between my legs and moaned with clenched teeth as I felt the slickness that had nothing to do with water.I kept reading and gently teasing myself as the story went on. The characters seemed to revolve around each other, not committing, but feeling each other out, testing the waters so to speak. The anticipation. But in my dunk state i agreed to his bet. I called Priya and said we ran out of alcohol and are coming home to drink. Me and Mr Patel climbed the stairs and reached my flat, we rang the bell and Priya opened the door. She was wearing her Pjs and T shirt. She looked at me and asked “what’s the occasion” i just casually dismissed her saying nothing. We poured our drinks again and i called Priya to join us. She wasn’t hesitant cause once in a while she enjoys a drink, but i know her capacity is.