She was too scared and he was too precious for her to just hug him, and maybe scare him or make him uncomfortable? She desperately needed… something... from him, some sign that he felt the same. She -liked- his courtesy, the way he did NOT touch her at all, but she also hated it with every fibre of her womanhood, -wanted- it to happen. She realised as she got up one morning that a day where he wasn’t involved was dreary, boring, dry. What she liked to think of as a relationship continued – they. “Oh thank God. Dodge a bullet there” she laughed, a bit nervously.“Uh, yeah. So here’s the thing, she wants to meet you” he said with a wince.Silence.A little more silence.He listened very carefully. Is that her breathing?“Cindy? Hey, you there?” he asked.Softly he heard “Uh huh.”“So, you okay. You know, meeting my sister” and ever so softly “and her family?”“Uhm, okay. But, what about, you know, will she say anything? To your Mother?”Shaking his head, as if she could see him, “No. Jane and my. The door to my room opened up and the two boys came in like kids peeking at their parents putting Christmas presents under the tree. “Wow you look hot lady.” Peters friend said to me. I blushed and didn’t say anything. I was sitting on my bed with my legs crossed and Peter came over to me. He didn’t say anything just had a big smile on his face, and I looked around to make sure all my windows were closed. He just stood there with a smile on his face, but didn’t do anything. His friend was still. Took one…and was waiting waiting waiting to insert it in her navel…I looked at Shweta..she was just busy cutting the vegetables as she was not aware that her navel is exposed and I am enjoying the view of it…I was holding the drumstick tightly and squeezing it as if though I was squeezing her navel….then it happened..just did it..I inserted the drumstick into Shweta’s navel…and started rotating it..she just moaned “Ahh..” in a sexy way and jerked it off..and said “Hey Mohan..what are you.