"I'm sorry."I knew it was my turn to apologize for my behavior, but I still held enough anger to not want to do that. Okay, maybe I shouldn't have shu...t her out and ignored all her pleas to give her a chance to explain herself, but as far as I was concerned I had been fully justified in my actions.So instead of saying 'I'm sorry' back, I sighed and muttered, "Yeah ... well ... you should be."She picked her head up and glared at me."What? You should be sorry," I scolded. "Did you seriously think. "They are new..." she poked her left breast with her finger. "No way. You did not get a boob job!" I laughed."Totally did. When we get home I'll show you!" she giggled and climbed into my car. We drove to her apartment and she had me park on the street outside her building. Once out of the car she grabbed my wrist and pulled me up to the door. A charming gentleman was standing outside, he smiled at Payton and she blushed. I had a feeling she was fucking him. Payton was hot, there was no way. I went home and showed her the clothes and she was very happy I asked “ Pasand Aayaa?” she replied “bahut accha hai” I gave her one light green frock and a white shirt and told to wear it and throw away the old clothes and she smiled and said “ abhi pehen ke aati hoon” and she rushed to her room and after sometime she came out and asked “ kaise lagti hoon” I said “bahut sundar” and she blushed and I knew I had her. I then left the kitchen and went and had a bath as it was very hot outside and. "You must be totally soaking," Steve mused as we waited for dessert. "Feel for yourself," Jenny invited. Steve leaned over and stuck his hand beneath the table. His face took on an appreciative look. "Bill, you must try," he said, as if offering a sip from a glass of fine wine rather than his wife's soaking pussy. I looked around the restaurant, but no one was paying any attention. Trying to act inconspicuous (and failing, I'm sure), I reached under the table myself. I found Jenny's knees.