Woh kuch poochte rahe par mujhe bass gun gunahat ki awaaz aayi aur kuch saaf sunayi nahi di.Dheere dheere apne hosh mein aati hui ab unki awaaz mujhe ...aane lagi. Woh pooch rahe the: Swati, Swati beta, theek hona tum.Main nasheeli aankhe kholkar muskerayi aur wapas aankh band kar laet gayi. Meri choot par kuch ehsaas hua. Papa apne hath se meri choot ko sahla rahe the mano mujhe rahat de rahe ho. My sweet papa.Itne mein darwaze ki ghanti baji aur woh meri jangh ko thapthapate hue hadbadi mein. We know he's still in the area but for all intents and purposes he might as well be in Tahiti. Also, the lawyer for our friend in Palm Springs is making noise about our methods; wants to know where the tip came from. Also, he's challenging for a reduction in bail. We knew the no bail was a long shot; most judges won't keep a guy locked up that long. They had him at half a million; the attorney is arguing that it's unreasonable. The DA is arguing that he's a flight risk because he has no real. Her defenses were up almost all the time. That much was obvious. She'd either let him in, or not. In one sense, it didn't matter to him. Mandy had taught him to take things slowly... to get to know someone better, before accelerating the relationship. He knew he was "on the prowl", in the sense that he was looking for the right woman, but he also knew that pushing things could result in a bad outcome. He'd always been sure that, if he'd been more patient with Mandy, he'd have won her over.When. Then again, seemingly more slowly each time causing a nervous anticipation within her. His hand slipped down between her thighs, which she nervously moved slightly apart more as a response than a conscious act. He touched her briefly there and without entering her, quietly noted her arousal with a soft tone, “Mmm?” as if a question, then returned to her backside.His fingers were slightly moist from her and he very slowly placed one against the opening of her ass, her rosebud as he called it.