“Why can’t I fuck whom ever my pussy wants?” Whined Joy, as I applied her slutty makeup.“Because your pussy, wants to fuck everything. Now shu...t up and let me finish.” I said smiling. Besides, Joy knows I can pound than pussy better than anyone else.Joy dressed in a short 6 inch skirt, pink, garter belt and durable slutty stockings, also pink, no panties. Her shoes were clear acrylic stripper shoes with 5 inch heels. 10 inch thick tube top, that when wrapped around her bimbo boobs was more like. "She is working FOR you. She is going to do some assessments of your maturity and intelligence." She smiled. "And I see where she will find nothing but what everybody here has found about you thus far. You're mature and intelligent. But her assessment goes into the package we're putting together, a sort of mythos about Mizz Cindy, Star of Alabama."I felt my face flush. I was blushing. Definitely blushing.Mizz Patel saw it, too and laughed softly. "Oh, Cindy, I do so much hope this doesn't. “We all could. Look, Mike, I get that you feel responsible, but you also need to consider the circumstances. If Jocelyn has been able to come to terms with it, you’ll make things worse if YOU haven’t come to terms with it. Just be there for her. You two came through a shitstorm and you’re both alive and, at least from my perspective, you’re pretty well adjusted. And you seem to think Jocelyn is at least moving in that direction.”“True.”“Then put it behind you and move on. If you don’t, YOU. My brother being busy and uninterested, I volunteered as I too had to purchase some clothes, and being able to spend time with my bhabhi alone was a bonus. She too had gladly agreed.The city was 1 hour away from our place. We waited at the bus stand for half an hour but couldn’t get in because of the festive rush. All the buses going to the city were filled with people. I had to consider about a lady too: the lady I liked.After a while, she said, “We wouldn’t be able to go if we keep waiting.