Jimtook the still wet coat and hung it, in an almost exaggerated show, onthe rickety coat stand. He looked at Mrs Smythe-Carter (hell he evenreferred ...to her this formally in his own thoughts). She wore a simple,but undoubtedly expensive cream angora sweater. Her sizeable breastsheaved slightly as she exhaled another blast of cigarette smoke and Jimrealised she had detected he was ogling her. "My husband is wealthy, very wealthy. He is heir to Carter ConsolidatedChemicals. I think he has been. Main lunch order ki aur train me hi lunch karne lagi udhar mere office ke log bhi lunch kar rahe the. Main aur woh stranger ladka hum dono log sath me hi lunch kar rahe the.Train me lagbhag sabhi log lunch kar rahe the kyu ki woh lunch time tha. Woh stranger ladka mujhe apna khana share karne ke liye bola to main thoda sa khana uska kha li. Aur main bhi usko apna khana share karne ke liye boli to woh bhi mere khana kha liya.Hum dono log lunch kiye aur uske bad apni seat par aram karne lage.. Lori got to term and had a beautiful baby boy, eight pounds on the dot. Our mother was there with her during her labor and in the delivery room, since there was no father to support her. Mom knew about Rashid by then, but had been told he wasn’t the father. She concealed her surprise when Rashid showed up to wait with Cassie and me while Lori was in labor. We dozed and drank coffee in the waiting room.Lori had already chosen Bradley as the first name (we knew it was a boy). That was our. “All right,” she said. Moments later she was back in her cat form.She hopped up onto my lounge chair and came to stand between my legs. She pawed at my bikini bottom, indicating she wanted me to remove it. I hesitated, but the thought of being able to shift convinced me to overcome my shyness.I stood up and slowly slipped out of my final piece of clothing. Candi started purring loudly. It was probably her way of saying I looked hot. Either that or she was looking forward to tasting me.“Fuck!” I.