That weekend out of the blue, my mom told me that Shilpi has invited us for dinner. She was living in a luxury apartment near the Racecourse road with... her FRCS Doctor husband. So we drove to their house along with mom, dad, my wife, and me.The flat was way smaller than our spacious bungalow in Jayanagar, but it was very stylish. I was wide-eyed and unable to digest Shilpi’s extraordinary beauty. She was wearing a simple cream-colored saree and blouse. But her spotless skin was glowing in the. "I don't really know. I wasn't given a copy of the entire play to read yet, only this scene, as it's the only scene I'm auditioning for. So really ... I don't have a clue."She smiled finishing her coffee, and then looking at her wristwatch. "Well, I best be off. But good luck with your audition. And if I were you ... I'd try reading it just that way. I think it has more of an impact for one thing, and certainly gets her point across quite clearly without coming right out and saying ... I want. Whenever she came in, I almost instantly had a hard-on. Her perfectly shaped legs, those petite tits and her beautiful smile were having their effect on me.When I came home that evening, I fucked my wife so hard, she was probably thinking I had gone mad. During that fuck-session, every single thought I had was of Harsha, and I imagined I was fucking her slutty pussy from behind, not my wife’s.During the next few weeks, I managed to get myself under control again. Soon I was able to work with. I was a tiny girl barely weighing 120 lbs, tall at five foot nine and long blonde hair that billowed in light fluffy curls down my back to my ass. I chose a long almost sheer purple dress with a little glitter and purple tulle in layers down to the floor. I looked like a princess straight out of a fairytale and I was so happy to finally be graduating. The alcohol a strong cinnamon whiskey mixed with a little weed had put me in a perfect relaxed mood for the dance and was helping me blow off.