Needless to say this suited me fine. This meant we took the secondary lift, which, she said, was smaller than themain one. It was also unused for 99% ...of the time and we were the only occupantsfor the trip up to Rachel's level. She used our solitude for another gropingsession, rather heavier than the one at the bar. As we kissed she ran her handup my skirt and slipped it inside my panties and gently rubbed my pussy lips.She was a good kisser and this, coupled with my own thoughts about what I. The longer I was silent, the harder it was to reach out to her.When I told this to Sarah, she gave me a sour look. She said, “Like I said before, no one’s asking to marry you. You like her, right?”I didn’t want to answer. Lovely Prisha, lanky and awkward. Generous to a fault. Gifted with warm dusky skin, gleaming hair and wide dark eyes from her East Indian heritage. Shy, but could be brave when it mattered. I loved everything about her and hated myself for it.Sarah read my face. “Yeah. It’s a. “Kev?” I asked tentatively, not certain if it was him underneath my car or not. Jen and I jumped back when the man under the car pushed himself out from underneath, lying on those rolling flatbeds most mechanics used when working on the undercarriages of vehicles. He had muck and grease on his face and the upper part of his shirt, but amidst all that mess the brightness of his blue eyes was intense and OMG, if I was wearing panties it would’ve dropped at the mere sight of him lying down on. Priya expressed apology to her mom if she did any wrong.Julekha Bhabi became solaced and hugged her daughter and kissed on her forehead. Julekha Bhabi told to Priya “my dearest child, did you not misunderstand your mom.” Priya laughed and told “no, mom, I never misunderstood you, I requested Moni uncle to help you, but I have a fear that you will scold me. Now I am happy.” Julekha Bhabi looked at me and asked “then Moni, you have already made sex with my child, haven’t?” I laughed and proposed,.