I’ll be honest, I haven’t caught you, but I’m pretty sure you’re cheating on me. I suspect with the jack-ass you just danced with. I saw the l...ook you guys gave each other when you went to the bathroom. When he came over to our table he gave me the same amount of respect a guy would give to the husband of a woman he’s fucking…none.” “Harry,” she said, now with a softer voice, “I would never cheat on you, why would you even think that?” “You got to be kidding. We haven’t made love in over three. As there was transport strike going on. Also told that his wife is still learning the car hence cannot take the risk and we both laughed. I agreed as a duty of a caring neighbor. Around midnight i got a call from him and asked me join in basement. When i stepped out from the lift in basement i saw angel before my eyes. She was wearing a pink long skirt with a t shirt and a small chunni on those lovely mangoes. I greeted them and we drove the car, husband sitting beside me and her in the rear. M., the DJ announced last dance, and I saw Derrick get up and start walking over toward us. I was frozen in anticipation, frantic at the thought of what Joey would say if he'd ask me to dance and distraught at the thought that Joey might refuse. "Joey," I said. "Derrick's walking this way. I know he's going to ask me to last dance. What should I do?" "Tell the jerk, no," he said petulantly. "You sure you don't want me to make him super jealous this time?" I cooed. "I think his girlfriend. " she moaned, shivering as his calloused finger ran over her tiny mound. She spread her legs, opening her swollen clit to his caress."Ah, so I have found how to please you." Taren said softly, feeling her warm juices drip onto his hand beneath her. She gasped as he rubbed between her legs with his pinky finger, trying to get as close to her pleasure zone as possible. He lifted her to his mouth and gently ran the tip of his tongue over her mound. She gasped, lifting her little hips in pleasure..